She Wasn't Dead!

Sang Ye brought Huanhuan out of the encirclement and returned to the demon race.

When Han Ying saw his injured appearance, he immediately got someone to call Tao Wei to treat his injuries.

When Tao Wei arrived, Sang Ye grabbed his hand. "Save her! Save her!"

Tao Wei glanced at the little female in his arms and said helplessly, "She's dead. She can't be saved."

"Impossible! She was talking to me just now. She's not dead. Save her!"

"She's really dead…"

"She's not dead!"

Han Ying pulled Sang Ye back. "Calm down. She's indeed not breathing. If you don't believe me, take a look for yourself."

Sang Ye looked down at the little female in his arms. She had already closed her eyes and was motionless, looking like an exquisite puppet covered in blood.

She was lifeless.

Sang Ye hugged her tightly. His grip was very strong as if he wanted to crush her into his flesh.