Chapter 842 Please Save Him

"Xue Yilan--" she called out and walked over slowly.

It was Xue Yilan who was lying there not knowing whether he was alive or dead. His red clothes were completely stained with blood, even his eyelashes were covered with a layer of blood scabs, his lips and face were as pale as paper, so fragile that he seemed to be pinched lightly. , he was broken into powder.

"Lanshan, Lanshan, Xue Yilan, Xue Yilan..." Xue Yimo threw herself in front of him, firmly holding his hand: "Wake up! Wake up!"

Her eyes were wide open, fixed on his face.

Except that his body was still limp, he hadn't moved at all, not even breathing.

Ning Xuemo, who was on the sidelines, watched quietly, and suddenly felt like she was about to cry!

She had also lost her closest companion, that person was her partner, who had lived and died together countless times.

That person also loves her, but I still have no feelings for him, unable to respond to him emotionally, Ning Xuemo also deliberately ignored that person.

Later, during a mission, that person blocked a shot for her to protect Ning Xuemo, and died in her arms...

Ning Xuemo still remembers that feeling until now, it was a heart-piercing pain.

She remembered that she hugged his gradually cold corpse and didn't want to let go. In the end, she even risked her life to carry his corpse back...

Xue Yimo's feelings towards Xue Yilan seem to be more complicated. She also seems to like Xue Yilan a little bit, but because of some special reason, she dare not like it...

He was the only person she trusted in the devil world, the only person who treated her so well without compensation, now that he died suddenly, how could Xue Yimo not be sad?

Xue Yimo firmly held Xue Yilan's hand, called him over and over again, and used cleaning techniques to clean up the blood stains on his body over and over again.

She didn't cry all this time, but Ning Xuemo felt a deep and deep sorrow, and her heart ached like a blunt knife was slowly cutting there...

"Ah Mo, are you sad?" The ethereal voice that turned from male to female sounded again, still turning left and right, making people confused about the direction.

Xue Yimo suddenly raised his head, and suddenly fell to his knees: "Lord Demon Ancestor, please save him..."

"A Mo, do you like him?" The voice seemed cold and hot.

Xue Yimo clenched his fingers in his sleeve: "No, Ah Mo didn't!"

"Silly boy, you have reached the age to marry. If you really like him, you can marry him..." The voice was seductive.

"No! I don't like him, I don't want to marry him!" Xue Yimo's voice suddenly became sharp, as if fearing that the Demon Ancestor would really marry her, she repeatedly denied it.

"Since you don't like him, why are you so sad when he is like this now?"

"Lord Demon Ancestor, he is my secret guard. He has followed my secret guard for three hundred years. He has always taken good care of me, and his skill is also very good. Ah Mo has him by his side, so there are many less worries. Ah Mo I just want him to be a secret guard... There is no other meaning."

"A Mo, you can have many secret guards if you want them. Since he is dead, you can have other better ones."

"But he is the only one who can play the Xuanbo piano!" Xue Yimo retorted, and kowtowed again: "Lord Demon Ancestor, please save him. With him by his side, Yi Mo has a lot of peace of mind. He is really a A very good person, please, please..." Her voice sounded calm, but upon careful listening, there was a slight tremor.