Chapter 928: The living man, the dead soul II

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"You integrated Yili's soul into her body?" Emperor Shifang asked, because of anger, bursts of pressure came out. "Don't you know the consequences?"
The violent wind around the Lingquan seems to be killed under such anger whether it is life or death.
The vast immense power, the young boy in ink who pressed the other side almost collapsed, his body gradually became transparent, like clouds and fog.
He struggled to raise his eyes, but because he could not bear the pressure, he had to kneel on one knee, pause, and finally said: "I ... first purified the easily separated soul before giving it to her."
"You have purified your easy-to-separate soul?" The violent wind twitched, and the silver-haired boy stood in the center of the vortex like a god, looking coldly at the shadow of one kneeling below, "Why are you doing this?"
As a soul body, he does not try to purify the easily separated soul, which is to find his own way.
The young man in ink drew his eyes and remained silent for a long time.
Emperor Shi took a step forward and his voice was so cold that he could almost freeze his soul.
"You should know that your father is still waiting for you to go back." So, between father and Lu Jiuqiu, he chose the latter?
Mo Yi teenager's eyelashes tremble slightly, and after a while he said: "I can't wait ... I can't go back ... because I'm dead ... I belong to my father, I belong to power, I belong to the future, I am dead ..."
No, or rather, there is no future for people like him.
He supported a half-dead body, waste body, cumbersome body, Gouyan Can live for so long.
Although the people around him flattered him and obeyed him, he knew that once there was no power behind him, his identity would be more miserable than any other ants in the world.
Sure enough, in the end he died in such a way, betrayed by his love, and there was no place for burial ...
He regrets, he hates, in addition to destiny, more to himself.
"Is it?" Emperor Shifang asked faintly, with drops of water rolling down his hair and dripping into the Lingquan.
Under the ripples, the sleeping face of the girl was so quiet and beautiful, like a charming dream.
If this is a dream, please do not let him wake up.
He was afraid of the moment when he woke up, in the cold, under the blade, and in a desperate place. When he woke up, he faced his father's endless grief and hesitation and despair.
Mo Yi teenager raised his eyes and said: "Yes, now I belong to her alone, so I want to save her! I want to ... use my strength to protect her!"
To save her! To protect her! Even if he is still weak at the moment!
From the moment she gathered his bones for him to prevent him from drifting away, he could not forget the temperature of her palm.
The hot, the gentle, the compassionate heart, as if imprinted in his soul, dispelled the pain that he almost suffocated him and let his soul fly away, convinced him that not all of him was dim ...
At least, he met her.
A stranger who became the last warmth in his life ...
He thought ... Since God made him continue to "live" in this way, he would be selfish. He wanted to help her, help her, and fulfill all her wishes for her.
Even if it hurts the truth, kills and sets fire, he is not a victim anyway.
He is already sorry for his father, farewell to him in such a cruel way, he does not want to be sorry, this second person who treats him well!