No longer scruples, jumping happily on it, running, and backwards,

In this world that only belongs to her.

She giggled. Such innocence, especially the softness at the tip of her eyebrows, was to be integrated to the extreme with this beauty.

When I was tired of playing, I lay in that green field.

Open your hands and relax your limbs.

It seems like I haven't been so relaxed for a long time...

She should stop enduring the false pain and fatigue, just like that, she should keep on, always, always, always be so comfortable and gentle...

Who was it, whispering in her ear.

Hazy,.

She couldn't hear anything.

I just find it strange, who is it?

Why does her voice sound so weak, but her tone inexplicably gives her a strong feeling.

Ye Chong frowned, why should he be fierce to her?

Humph, don't pay attention.

However, the leaping fingertips touched the soft grass, but the quiet and breathless tension was permeated little by little...

She didn't know what was wrong, but she felt the sound whispering softly, but it hurt so much that it couldn't help herself, as if she was feeling empathy. Ye Chong also frowned and felt sad for him. Then, tears came out of her eyes without her realization...

She didn't know at first, until a tear fell down and splashed on her cheeks.

A slightly hot feeling.

Ye Chong reached out and touched the tear. His fingers became cold for a moment, and he was in a daze. He gently stroked his fingertips and rubbed them, feeling the smell of the tear. The faint saltiness moistened her lips, but it soon became dry, like a well that had been dry for a long time.

Very thirsty, very thirsty...

Looking up, it seemed that I still hoped that tears would fall.

She even wondered where the tears were dripping.

Therefore, the head is raised very high, very high, getting higher and higher……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

It was also before she knew it, with this desire, that her body was flying again...

She didn't know that she could really wake up.

Yes, of course she didn't know.

Ye Chong was exhausted at first. She had stored a weak physical strength so that she could slowly recover automatically. However, she did not rest later, but instead forced her to use her power to cast spells, even regardless of the blood flow. Even though she was consuming all the energy, she continued, and became obsessed with the devil. She was left with a body without soul power, almost letting her walking dead body dominate her hard.

It is precisely because of this that her soul was obviously not dead but her soul flew away.

Feng Chenran just wanted to let her wake up as soon as possible, and even ignored her own adoption of a very dangerous justice for resurrection.

The so-called resurrection of the soul.

Only by reaching thousands of years of cultivation can you cast spells.

But the risk rate is 100%.

This is also something that no one dares to try in tens of thousands of years.

And this time, Feng Chenran couldn't take care of himself, so he had to do everything.

Even if he will die.

With his soul, enter her body.

The faint power of shadows permeated each other, and the aperture was lingering, like clouds and mists, or like rippling pool water.
Chapter completed!