However, the strength of the current outbreak of Bai Xiaochen did not make Long Yan feel a little relaxation, but instead... let his heart be lifted tightly.

This little thing seems to be a personal change, as if there is another soul in his body. It is no longer his operation to operate this body.

This feeling made Long Yan very uncomfortable. He subconsciously walked a few steps to Bai Ning's side. He didn't dare to look at Bai Xiaochen again. Even if he looked at him more, his heart would tremble slightly.

Suddenly...

There was another gloomy force coming from behind, and Long Yan turned his head a little hard. In an instant, within the void, a purple coat came quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was already close to the eye...

After seeing the familiar face of the man, Long Yan’s face froze, and he stared at the man who was approaching from afar, and his stunned eyes gradually showed a touch of excitement.

This... is actually him?

Is he still alive? Can I finally see him again?

But the man didn't take a look at Longyan, his figure crossed, like lightning, he rushed to the front of Bai Yan.

When he raised his hand, he took Bai Yan from Bai Ning's arms. In his pale, arrogant and overbearing eyebrows, he only showed that sadness.

"Yan, sorry, I am late..."

"But you can rest assured that even if you let the king use your life, you will never let you leave again!"

Emperor Cang’s palms rose, and a dagger appeared in his palm.

He opened his wrist with a dagger, but the blood left on his wrist was not bright red, but a pale yellow light...

Long Yan’s body was stiff and shocked and widened his old eyes: “You...you are going to save her with your own blood? The blood of the beast is the biggest essence in the body! Especially your blood... every drop Very precious, and... if you lose the blood, you..."

His words have not been finished, Long Yan was shocked by the next move of Emperor Cang.

Because he did not use a drop of blood, but countless blood flowed from his wounds and fell on the chest of Bai Yan.

Originally his broken chest was gradually repaired under the blood of Emperor Cang.

And his face is getting paler.

That kind of paleness is not because of the excessive flow of blood, it is as if life is gradually being overdrawn, as if the next second, the one who lost his life will become him.

Long Yan was shocked and could not say a word.

His eyes kept on the body of Emperor Cang and Bai Yan, but he really didn't understand why he had to spend so much to save her...

What is the relationship between them? Is it worth him to give up her life?

However...

Emperor Cang did not change his face, even the brow did not wrinkle, a pair of phoenixes only stared at the woman who fell in the pool of blood.

As if between the whole world, in his eyes, only one person can exist, and no one else can be tolerated.

He was late, unable to protect her from harm, and he is now trying his best to make up for it.

He will never allow her to leave him alone!

"Enough, you are enough!" Long Yan anxiously crapped, he looked at the blood like a spring, the painful twitching his mouth, "Your blood is enough to let her live, you can accept Hand, it’s too wasteful to go on like this. You are not wasting blood, but your life."

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