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Diris leaned his head on Wu Sixuan, his dry voice was a little hoarse, "I'm not Diris Enoch either, he didn't kill Adi from the beginning to the end, so that he left such a scourge Let yourself regret it."

Wu Sixuan's expression was gloomy, he didn't know what he was thinking, he straightened Diris upright, and said seriously: "Let's not discuss this for now, I will cut off your pain, although it won't be too long, but you must hold on. "

Diris suddenly bit down on his main artery. There was no sharp feeling of being pierced, but the place where he was bitten was scorching hot.

"Why are you crazy?" Wu Sixuan frowned and tried to push his hand.

"I hope I can see you as soon as I wake up. Is this not too much to ask? Promise me, okay, Xuan?" Diris' eyes are full of soft green, like a green sea that almost drowns people in in.

"Good" is just a word, but it seems that a contract has been reached. The holy healing technique in his hand has surrounded Diris. The sound of cracking came to his ears as if something had been wrung into his chest, he clenched his teeth, his body was dripping with sweat, and his face was even paler. Reassemble the rag-like Diris.

The 10-minute race against time seemed to be as stubborn as years, and Wu Sixuan finally withdrew his hand and fell to the ground unsteadily. He had already pulled Diris out of the pond, but the expression on his face no longer knew what to do. describe?

Wu Sixuan half-opened his mouth to express his shock, but after a short while he could not help but smile again, the broken hair on his forehead was stained with sweat and stuck to his pale face, his blue lips raised slightly, Amber The streamer of color flashes the rare soft color.

In his arms, a blood-stained but white, soft, half-sized baby curled up with a small body in an extremely dependent position and fell asleep quietly in Wu Sixuan's arms. The beautiful little face seemed to be because of discomfort And slightly wrinkled, the long eyelashes cast a large shadow like cattail leaf fans, and a pair of small hands like lotus roots tightly grasped the skirt of Wu Sixuan's chest, as if he was afraid of being abandoned.

The witch priest took off his outer robe and wrapped up Diris, who had shrunk rapidly, and wiped the blood on his little face with his hand. With a helpless smile that could not help but smile, he said: "In ancient times, there were monsters that were seriously injured and returned to their original forms. It's good for you. What should I do if it becomes like this?"

While talking, Wu Sixuan couldn't help teasing Diris's tender cheeks with his fingers. The smooth and delicate touch even made Wu Sixuan a little addicted for a while. He pinched his little arm, but Diris still showed no signs of waking up. The smile gradually disappeared.

The holy healing technique has repaired the rag of Diris, but inside...

Wu Sixuan rubbed Diris's tender but slightly chapped lips with his fingers. After thinking for a while, he stuffed his fingers into Diris's mouth and pressed hard on the pointed little canine tooth. To a slight tingling.

Even though Diris, who was sleeping, was not sober, but the instinct of the blood race was stimulated by the fragrance and sweetness, so baby Diris couldn't help but began to suck Wu Sixuan's fingers, and began to bite as if the sucking force was becoming more and more unsatisfactory. It was as if he wanted to lick every drop of blood under his skin.

Feeling Diris's bite, Wu Sixuan pulled out his finger and made a slit on his wrist and stuffed it into Diris' mouth.

The heat in his body was constantly losing along his wrists, and Diris in his arms was even colder. He couldn't hear the beating sound of Diris' heart in his chest, but he could hear his throat swallowing up and down. 'Voice.

Tightly holding Diris' hand, Wu Sixuan wanted to stand up but failed. The dizziness made him almost unable to suppress the call of the Emperor Guangming.

Diris in his arms finally closed his greedy mouth, his feathery eyelashes trembled, and his bud-like green eyes glanced at Wu Sixuan, and then closed them again safely.

Wu Sixuan threw a small healing technique on his wrist, took a breath, and then stretched out his hand to pinch Diris' little face.

"Fortunately, you woke up in time, otherwise we would really die here."

Xiao Didi rubbed against Wu Sixuan's chest and continued to sleep peacefully without opening his eyes or giving any other reaction. Wu Sixuan smiled wryly and wrapped it tightly. Diris took out the Holy Glory Scepter as a crutch and stood up.

The extremely cold Hell with white as the main color has now gotten rid of the two words Hell. The Crying Snow Icefield is covered by endless ice and snow, and ice and snow storms attack suddenly from time to time. They will come and go from time to time to show their territory, and the center of the Weeping Snow Icefield is already a veritable death zone.

Although it is a death zone, there is still a majestic and magnificent capital in the center of the ice sheet—Media Luna.

The city of Media Luna with a small population welcomed two foreign guests on this day. The city of Media Luna without city walls and gates has been exposed to the wind and snow for a whole night. Today's weather is rare, with snow and ice The cloudy weather did not come again, and a crack opened in the cloud layer, exposing the rare sunshine.

Under the soft sunlight, Medialuna shone with ice-blue light all over, like a huge ice-blue diamond, which was beautiful and completely different from the place it was in this terrible place.

The whole body was wrapped in a large black linen robe, and the face could not be seen, only the slender and pale hand of the visitor holding a dead tree trunk as a cane, and a small baby was wrapped in the black cloth in his arms.

Everyone passing by silently stared at the two strangers, but no one approached them, and no one lingered on them for more than five seconds.

The original residents staying in Media Luna are actually some special people who were originally imprisoned in the extreme cold hell. Now that the extreme cold is on, not everyone will choose to leave immediately, but many people are lurking Here, the intention is unknown.

At the entrance of a store that looks like a hotel, a young girl is carefully cleaning the facade with a broom. The light blue skirt is clean and beautiful, and her waist-length flaxen hair is braided and hangs quietly on her chest. On one side, the girl's face is very delicate, and her pair of pink eyes make her look like a well-behaved and cute little rabbit.

The bunny girl stopped what she was doing and looked at the stranger standing in front of the store, with a bright smile on her lips.