Ning Yue's death (8)
"I beg you, Yingluo, let me go Yingluo."
At the end of her speech, Bai ning's voice carried a hint of pleading. Her body gradually spread out on the ground, her palm tightly pressing on the body of the deity vanquishing sword. Her face was wet with tears, and her face was pale from pain and despair.
Suddenly startled
a gust of wind came from behind. the moment bai ning turned around, a small figure fell from the void and landed in front of her.
"Maternal grandmother, is my mother inside?"
Bai Xiaochen's small face was ice-cold, and his gaze contained an emotion that no one could understand, which also made Bai ning's heart tremble.
He was the Yingluo she had never seen before.
But facing Bai Xiaochen's domineering and cold eyes, Bai ning finally nodded her head. "Yes."
Bai Xiaochen's gaze slowly turned towards the deity vanquishing sword. His small fist was gradually wrapped in a layer of dense red flames.