Chu Mo looked at Qi Xiaoyu with some concern, suddenly feeling that the innocent and clever girl from his memory seemed to be getting further and further away. It appeared that the influence of the dark holy artifact was truly not ordinary in its strength.
Qi Xiaoyu turned her head and saw Chu Mo's worried gaze, giggling, "Brother, are you worried about me?"
Chu Mo forced a smile.
Qi Xiaoyu spoke softly, "No matter what I become, in front of you, I will always be that little girl."
As she spoke, the pupils of Qi Xiaoyu's eyes began to overflow with black tendrils, which crept over her eyeballs and up onto her delicate face.
Chu Mo's gaze solidified, and he watched Qi Xiaoyu intently.
Qi Xiaoyu laughed, as exquisite yet bizarre patterns emerged on her face and the aura within her body kept rising.
"Brother…" Qi Xiaoyu suddenly reached out her hand, a look of longing flashing in her eyes. Then… it was enveloped by an endless black mist.