Then, he raised his head and looked in the direction from which the sound came. The next moment, his eyes suddenly condensed.

Holy Son of the Holy Religion!!

But at this moment, he didn't feel a trace of panic.

For him now, death is a kind of relief.

"Junior Brother Qingshan."

Ling Xiao was covered in Xuanhui, blocking the drizzle three feet away.

The dense mist lingers around it, making it look somewhat otherworldly.

"Son!"

Chen Qingshan held Gu Ci'er's body with one hand, his lips trembled slightly, but in the end he did not say a word.

That’s all, everyone in the world thinks I’m a devil, so what’s the point of trying to explain more?

I am a demon, can Ci'er survive?

If so, why not become a demon?

"Let's do it."

Chen Qingshan put down the golden stick in his hand and gently smoothed the messy hair on Gu Ci'er's face. There was a touching and gentle look of death in his eyes.

"I can help you save her."

Ling Xiao's eyes were clear and clear, and just one word made Chen Qingshan's heart tremble.

Around him, endless magical radiance shimmered, and even the golden stick in his hand faintly exuded a bloodthirsty brilliance.

The color of the sky and the earth changes, and the stars and the moon lose their brightness.
Chapter completed!