Chapter 1151 Want Your Heart

That person hugged her very skillfully, without touching her wound at all, but held her firmly in his arms, as if hugging a lost and found treasure.

... She was dizzy for a while, and she felt like she was about to fall into the abyss. Her hands and feet felt cold, as if her soul was gradually pulling away from this body and was about to fly away.

She tried her best to open her eyes wide, fearing that once she closed them, she would never be able to open them again, and she would sink into eternal darkness.

Can't die! She desperately told herself in her heart.

She still doesn't know the specific news about the Great God, so she shouldn't set foot on the road to Huangquan with regrets...

Although her eyes were wide open, her eyes were frequently darkened, and everything was blurred.

All she saw was balls of light, lights of almost indistinguishable colors, jumping back and forth in front of her eyes, like a dream...

Who saved her?

The first thing she thought of was the Great God, and the moment she fell into the arms of the other party, she even whispered: "Great God!"

Her voice was as thin as a mosquito, but it made the embrace holding her slightly stiff.

And she also knew at this moment that it was not...

It's not the feeling of a great god!

The Great God will not take her away, if he really comes back, he will use iron and blood methods to deal with Wumo...

Who would that be? Who can save her from Wu Mo so easily?

She can't see clearly now, her nose can't even smell, and all senses seem to lose their effectiveness very quickly, making it impossible for her to judge who the person who saved her is.

However, no matter who saved her at this time, it would be better than dying in Wu Mo's hands.

The pain in her heart was unbearable, and her body couldn't help moving.

"Momo, don't move!" A voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

Ning Xuemo's body froze suddenly, and her eyes that were about to close opened wide again.

Xue Yilan! It was Xue Yilan!

God, if she fell into his hands, she might as well be dead!

Maybe it was her sudden wide eyes that he saw, and Xue Yilan tightened her arms slightly: "Momo, don't be afraid, I will never hurt you again." His voice was magnetic and gentle, as soft as March The stream that melted in the beginning.

How could Ning Xuemo believe it? In his hands, she always felt that she couldn't be whole...

She felt anxious, her eyes went dark, and she passed out completely.

...

She had another dream.

In the dream, she directly became a woman named Xue Yimo and met a man from the devil world at night. The man urged her to act faster and even showed her a mirror.

In the mirror, Xue Yilan was dying, and her face was as pale as a ghost. The man told her that Xue Yilan still had half a month to live, and if she didn't get that thing again, Xue Yilan would die out of her wits.

The man from the demon world then left, and Xue Yimo turned back, preoccupied with dressing in front of the mirror.

Shen Jiuli appeared behind her, combing her hair skillfully and getting ready, seeing her absent-minded look, he casually asked her what was on her mind.

Xue Yimo turned around and fell into his arms, arched his chest like a child, and then asked him jokingly: "Jiuli, how much do you like me?"

Shen Jiuli looked down at her and rubbed her head with his hands: "Every time you act like a baby to me, you just want something. Tell me, what do you want now?"

Xue Yimo blinked, tapped his chest with his finger, and said confidently: "I want your heart, will you give it to me?"