Chapter 1397 If You Don't Leave, I Won't Give up (5)

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Under her tears, the ice beads condensed on Xuehu actually began to melt, the cold feeling gradually subsided, and the fur on her body returned to its normal appearance.

Yang Zimei reached out and touched Xuehu's head, which was scorched by lightning.

It would be great if his own tears could restore his head to its original appearance.

However, there were tears that fell just now, which were only useful to the icy cold, not to the scorched black.

Perhaps it was because the coldness on his body was lifted.

Xuehu's face showed a slightly soothing look, curled up in Yang Zimei's arms, like all pets, it made people feel cute and cute.

She tried its pulse and breathing, and it felt much smoother.

"Is the little fox alright?"

Long Zhutian reached out and hugged her, "Are you crying just now for him or for me?"

"All."

Yang Zimei didn't hide it, "You and Xuehu, although they are two people with completely different meanings to me, they are both the most important to me."

"Well, in the future, wherever we go, we'll take this little fox with us."

Long Zhutian's eyes fell on Xuehu's head, "This end?"

"Heavenly robbery, chopped by the god of thunder."

Yang Zimei hugged Xuehu tightly.

"Big Brother Zhutian, let me take a closer look at your chest."

Xiao Qian said on the side, "Look at what kind of sorcery it is."

"This is not sorcery, it is the black magic of the blood-sucking family."

Long Zhutian reached out and touched it, "Don't worry, I won't let me die, just..."

Seeing Yang Zimei's worried look, he stopped and didn't say any more.

"Just what?"

Yang Zimei became even more anxious.

"Just within the caster's control."

Long Zhutian smiled, "This is the price of the Holy Father betraying him to me."

"Did your Holy Father give it?"

Yang Zimei's pupils shrank, and she unconsciously revealed a sigh of relief, which made Xiao Qian, who was used to her, shudder unconsciously, and looked at Yang Zimei with some fright.

"Um."

Long Zhutian also noticed the unusual sullenness on her body, and hugged her waist tightly, "I don't blame him, and you don't blame him either. We will live a good life in the future, and don't be affected by anyone. We are together."

"I'm weird!"

Yang Zimei looked at him with heartache and said, "He cast this black magic on you and cut off your hand. Can we stay together without being affected?"

"I cut off the hand myself. He saved my life at the beginning, and I gave him an arm back, which was considered an advantage. As for the black magic, as long as I find him every other year, I will be fine. already."

Long Zhutian said to her guiltily, "Only in this way can I exchange for those tens of thousands of brothers not to be destroyed, but it made you worry, I'm sorry."

"I'm fine, I'm just worried that you will be in pain."

Yang Zimei rested his head on his shoulder, but his mind was constantly thinking about how to remove the black magic from him.

It doesn't matter if an arm is broken.

She really didn't want him to be manipulated and controlled by magic.

I only understand Eastern metaphysics, which is completely incompatible with Western magic, and its aura is also repelling.

How to break it?

"Sister, didn't you buy a black rose star at an auction before?"

Xiaoqian suddenly asked aloud.

Yang Zimei's mind flashed, and she hurriedly took out the black rose star hidden in the corner of the storage ring.

Seeing this black rose, Long Zhutian's long and narrow eyes flashed a ray of light...

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