"Ye Yin" slapped Wen Xiaoai's sky spirit cover with an unavoidable pressure.

Wen Xiaoai subconsciously raised her eyes and looked at the straight slap.

It was originally planned to sacrifice half of his life and fight with him again, but at the critical moment, the other party stopped.

"Yeyin"'s palm was parked two centimeters above Wen Xiaoai's head.

Wen Xiaoai felt the strong wind brought by the palm.

If this palm is gone, it will be ruined even if it does not die.

Wen Xiaoai was wondering why the other party suddenly stopped, and the unbelievable voice of "Yeyin" sounded trembling.

“…Yinger.”

"Ye Yin" looked at this little face that was so familiar that it could not be more familiar to her, and could hardly believe her eyes.

Countless scenes of the two people playing and laughing together flashed in front of their eyes.

Even after a thousand years, he still remembers it clearly.

Don't dare to forget.

"Ye Yin" was stunned in place, the murderous intent in his eyes was gone, and there was only shock and disbelief.

After a while, he slowly put away his palms, turned into disbelief, and stroked her cheeks tremblingly.

His lips, his palms, and his whole body was so excited that he was trembling slightly with nervousness.

"...Ying'er, is it you?"

The moment he asked this, his eyes were covered with mist.

Tears of excitement and joy were almost bursting out.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Wen Xiaoai's shoulders, his eyes kept flowing on her little face, as if he was confirming something.

The face in front of you perfectly overlaps with the face in your memory and the face in your life.

It's her, his Ying'er, it's really his Ying'er, it's not wrong.

"Ye Yin"'s mood ranged from shock to excitement to ecstasy.

He was so excited that he couldn't tell whether he laughed or cried, and even his expression was stiff. He just kept staring at this face, and the tears in his eyes gathered more and more.

"Ying'er."

"Yeyin" suddenly reached out and wanted to hug Wen Xiaoai.

Wen Xiaoai broke through his confinement at this time and gave him a blow with all his strength.

"Yeyin"'s body flew backwards, knocking the balcony door directly, and finally slamming it outside the balcony.

A mouthful of blood was spurted out, and "Yeyin" covered his severely injured abdomen and looked at Wen Xiaoai in the room in disbelief. His eyes seemed to have suffered some great damage.

No, she is not Ying'er, she is not his Ying'er.

Ying'er could not hurt him, Ying'er could not hurt him.

"Ye Yin"'s hand slowly clenched into a fist, then supported the ground with elbows, covered his abdomen with one hand, and stood up with difficulty.

He stood firm and used all his magic power again, preparing to take Wen Xiaoai away and ask clearly.

Wen Xiaoai no longer took Ye Yin seriously at all, and even raised a victory smile.

Ye Yin is not her opponent, and she is over Ye Yin's body - Ye Yin's master. Her current state is equivalent to the soul leaving the body. She can't use much magic power, and she has a severe blow, which is no longer afraid.

Wen Xiaoai gathered purple lights in his hand and was about to take it down with one blow. However, he found that he could not move again and did not even make a sound.

Wen Xiaoai glared at Ye Yin with resentment.

Damn, people in the Demon Realm are indeed shameless, and they can use some embarrassing tricks.

"Ye Yin" looked at Wen Xiaoai with extremely complicated eyes at this moment.

He took a step and walked slowly towards her.

Looking at the "Ye Yin" getting closer and closer, Wen Xiaoai was eager to break through the shackles.

"Bang."

A gunshot suddenly rang out, and the bullet slashed through the air and flew towards the "yes voice" whose attention was all on Wen Xiaoai.

By the time he realized it was too late.

The sound of bullets entering the flesh sounded, blood splattered, and there was a blood hole in his chest.

Ye Yin did not take this fatal injury to ordinary people at all. He did not change his face and was too lazy to even look at the wound.

His eyes were as if poisoned, and he stared at the door with resentment, suddenly appearing, holding a silver pistol.

Wen Xiaoai broke through the confinement again at this time, gathered his hands to fight back quickly.

"Ye Yin" looked deeply at Wen Xiaoai who attacked him again with complex eyes. Finally, his figure became illusory, turned into black smoke, and disappeared on the spot...
Chapter completed!