Chapter 843 He Is Not Completely Hopeless

Mozu's voice suddenly disappeared.

Xue Yimo knocked his head several times and begged several times, but he still couldn't get the answer from that voice.

She didn't know how long it had passed, she didn't know how many kowtows she had made, and she didn't get a single word from the Demon Lord.

Xue Yimo stood up slowly, slowly returned to Xue Yilan's side, and then slowly sat down.

After such a long delay, Xue Yilan's face turned even paler, and she lay there like a stone statue, motionless.

She sat beside Xue Yilan, looking down at him.

After a while, she suddenly turned around and untied her somewhat messy hair, the long hair fell down, and the tip of the long hair brushed against his cheek: "Xue Yilan, my hair is messed up, I don't know how to comb that unique hairstyle, you Get up and comb it for me."

Xue Yilan naturally remained silent.

Xue Yimo looked at him for a moment, as if waiting for him to wake up.

Then the result of the wait was ultimately disappointing.

The circles of her eyes gradually turned red: "Xue Yilan, I want you to tie my hair! Did you hear that!"

She didn't know where to find an ivory comb, put it in his palm, and then held his hand to comb her long hair...

She was not very good at taking care of her hair, so it was even more inconvenient to hold other people's hands. She fiddled with it for a long while, but still combed her hair in a mess.

She finally let go of Xue Yilan's hand, and no longer cared about her hair, she looked down at him for a long while, her big eyes were as black as black holes, there was no light at all, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

"Xue Yilan, you said, you won't leave me alone..." Her voice choked again.

She had helped Xue Yilan clean up the blood on his body, except for a few holes in his clothes, he didn't see any other distress.

The room was deadly silent, she held his hand tightly, without moving or speaking.

Another moment passed.

"Xue Yilan--" she spoke softly, as if she was afraid of waking up his dream: "I tried my best, but I can't save you... I really can't save you... Xue Yilan, I let you go , you don’t leave by yourself, now you can’t leave even if you want to..."

Xue Yimo's voice trembled slightly, and after a while, he spoke slowly again: "You go, go like this—it's fine! I'll give you a ride..."

She touched the Xuanbo piano next to her, cut her wrist, and blood dripped on the piano like a stream.

The strings that had been broken suddenly spliced ​​up automatically in the blood, and slowly returned to their former appearance.

She put Qin on her lap, and then glanced sideways at him: "Xue Yilan... don't reincarnate into the wrong baby again in the next life, don't... come to me again..."

"Ding!" There was a sound of the piano, and a faint blue wave of the piano flew towards Xue Yilan who was lying there...

"Crack!" A dark light shone brightly in mid-air, blocking the Youlan Qinbo.

"Master Demon Ancestor!" Xue Yimo suddenly turned around and looked into the void.

"He's not completely hopeless..." The ethereal voice sounded again, and at the same time, a dark mist gushed out from the depths of the hall, completely covering the snowy clothes on the bed.

"Master Demon Ancestor, you are willing to take action..." Xue Yimo's eyes were shining, and she looked into the depths of the hall.

"Ah Mo, you are my daughter after all, how could I completely ignore you?" The voice sighed softly, like a loving mother.

Xue Yimo's eyes brightened even more.

"However, he was injured too badly, and his soul root was broken by the sound of the piano. If you want to save him, you need one more thing. You have to get that thing, and this seat can restore him to the original."