Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

Xiaobai showed a pure and clean smile, like a dazzling boy standing in the sun.

"Master Wuying, aren't you asking this even though you already know the answer?"

“Where are you going now? I want to go there too.”

Wu Ying's gaze became even colder.

"Ling'er won't like you."

"Don't follow me or I'll kill you."

The smile on Xiao Bai's face faded a little, but he still waved the folding fan in his hand in a cool manner and snorted coldly.

“Don’t think you’re the only one who has support.”

He pointed at Yue Shu who was following Ah Yao.

"Look at our demon race's god of war, he's also very powerful."

"This demon also has a backer."

During the time when the demons were attacking the heavens, Xiaobai had already established good relationships.

He volunteered to be Yueshu's younger brother.

Black Eagle sneered.

"childish."

After saying this, he continued walking forward.

He could sense Ling'er's aura.

So I just rely on that trace of breath to find her.

He knew Ling'er was a blessed girl.

The Fusheng tree that soared into the sky was not far away and its aura was the same as the one he felt.

But Xiaobai was not threatened by the black eagle at all and continued to follow closely behind him.

Then the person in front of me disappeared.

Xiaobai was stunned.

Only then did I understand that Wu Ying used the art of clones.

The one he followed was just his clone.

Xiao Bai immediately stamped his feet angrily.

My heart also feels empty.

He wanted to go back to the time when he was in the human world, when Ling'er was holding him and sleeping on the bed.

I was really happy at that time.

"well."

He sighed.

"Let's go and help."

He knew that Ling'er's fate was greater than Wuying's.

But he was still a little unwilling.

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Soon the black eagle arrived beside the Fusheng tree.

When he approached the Fusheng tree, Baiyan, Qinglu and Yilong appeared in front of the Fusheng tree and stopped Wuying with swords.

"who are you?"

There was vigilance in their eyes.

Although they already knew that the Heaven Realm had won a great victory, everyone was working together to repair the Heaven Realm.

The demonic aura of the person in front of him is quite strong, he is from the demon world.

But it's hard to guarantee that he's not a bad-intentioned person.

Wu Ying didn't take the three people seriously at all, but looked up at Fu Sheng Mu who was blocked behind them.

The Fusheng wood exudes the same aura as Ling'er.

At this moment, he concluded that Ling'er was in this Fusheng Tree.

His eyes were full of longing.

"I have no ill intentions. I just came to look for Ling'er."

As Wu Ying finished speaking, he saw the Fushengmu dropping dots of fortune, forming a line around him.

Seems to be cheering.

It also seems to convey the thoughts and joy for him.

Seeing this scene, Bai Yan, Qing Lu and others already knew.

This person might be an important person to their Fu Nu, so they didn't make things difficult for him, and he disappeared from the spot.

The black eagle leaped up, flew onto the Fusheng tree, and sat on a thick branch.

He reached out and gently stroked the tree.

"Ling'er, is that you?"

The lucky point in the lucky tree once again forms a golden thread.

Slowly write: "Yes".

A hint of joy appeared on Wuying's face.

"Ling'er, I knew it was you."

Then his eyes dimmed again.

"I'm sorry, I didn't protect you well."

Although he knew there might be danger, he still took her out of the magic formation for the sake of the 100,000 demon soldiers.

Once again, the Part of Fortune formed three words: Never mind.

Then it quickly changed to: I miss you very much.

Wu Ying looked at these words, his pupils trembled slightly, and then he laughed softly.

He seldom smiles, because he has an extremely cold personality.

Even when facing Ling'er, he rarely smiles.

But at this moment he smiled, adding a touch of human touch to his indifference.

The Fortune Point is changing rapidly again: You look really good when you smile, smile more in the future.

Wu Ying nodded: "If you want to see it, then I will smile for you alone from now on."

He is still a little uncomfortable with smiling in front of outsiders.

The point of fortune once again became a thread, which wound him around and around.

Wu Ying reached out and touched the lucky dots. He opened his palm and the lucky dots turned into a heart beating in his hand.

Suddenly the smile on his face got wider.

His Ling'er is so lively and cute.

A breeze blew, ruffling his long hair that fell on both sides of his face.

Although the Fu Nu Temple became a ruin, many of the immortal trees were preserved.

They are full of vitality and seem to emit green even in the darkness.

Looking at these ancient magic arts, some strange yet familiar ancient scenes flashed through Wu Ying's mind.

At this moment he realized that this place was so familiar.

It seemed that he had lived here a long, long time ago.

It seems that he has an earlier bond with Ling'er.

"Has the Palace of Blessed Maiden ever kept an eagle before?"

Black Eagle looked down calmly.

He knew that the three people hiding in the dark could hear his voice.

White Swallow has appeared.

She stood under the lucky tree, looking up at the black eagle sitting on the branch, eyes full of disbelief.

Next to Bai Yan stood a green deer dressed in green with a green sword hanging from his waist.

"Brother Qinglu, could he be the stinky eagle that Fu Nu raised?"

There was a hint of doubt in Qinglu's eyes, then he shook his head and nodded.

“Looks a lot like him.”

"But there is not a trace of the eagle in him."

"He is from the demon world."

The pterosaur lay on the green deer's shoulder like a small ant.

“I think they look alike.”

"The eagle seemed very proud, which matched the aura of this man."

"He also looks like he thinks he is cold."

Although Wu Ying had not spoken to them for a few words, he had this kind of cold and arrogant aura.

This kind of aura will only be restrained when next to the Demon Lord.

Bai Yan nodded: "Fu Nu likes that eagle very much."

"After all, she raised me from childhood."

"Just like the current Bok Nyeo likes him very much."

"Brother Qinglu, I think he is the eagle."

The little pterosaur has already shouted: "That's the end."

"This eagle will peck at my wings and will also bully Sister Baiyan."

"Fu Nu still favors him and protects him."

Bai Yan raised her eyebrows and snorted coldly.

"Things are different now. Even if he is the reincarnation of that eagle, he can't beat us now."

"Every time you reincarnate, your power diminishes a bit."

"Unlike us, we have been protected by the Blessed Tree in this Blessed Maiden Hall, and our cultivation has been growing."

Then a meaningful look appeared in her eyes.

The black eagle sitting on the branch touched his brow.

From the conversation between the three, he knew that Bok Nyeo had indeed raised an eagle.

And he was convinced that the eagle was him.

At this moment, those distant images that emerged in my mind seemed to become familiar.

The moment he was born and broke out of his shell, a girl with a vague figure stood in front of him.