Chapter 1694

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after seeing off the master, Yang Zimei's eyes fell on Abe Qingtian's soul trapped in Tiangang array, and her expression was full of disgust.

"Chaste son, I want to destroy him. Do you have anything else to say to him?"

Yang Zimei turned to ask Zhenzi.

Zhen Zi shakes her head, "have nothing to say, master please."

"If I die, she will die too!"

Abe's soul is crying on a clear day.

Yang Zimei's hand, which just wanted to use the dark fire, shrunk slightly and looked back at Zhenzi.

Zhen Zi a face of indifference, "master, do what you want to do, I can die."

Hearing this, Yang Zimei was a little sad.

No matter how much suspicion she had before, she had deep feelings for her son.

What's more, he and Zhenzi formed a blood contract. If Zhenzi died, would he die together?

As soon as she thought of this, Abe sunny day called out again, "you have made a blood contract, share weal and woe, I die, she dies, you also have to die, ha ha!"

Yang Zimei's brow slightly wrinkled.

Snow lake in the side of the light way, "girl, I am in, you can't die."

"Eyebrows, I'm not afraid, no matter life or death, I will accompany you!"

The dragon is also in the side of the voice.

Listening to these two men's words, Yang Zimei's heart was moved again.

In this life, she has already had a lot, even if she died, why fear?

If Abe does not die on a sunny day, the consequences will be even more serious.

Therefore, she put down the hand, again raised up, burning fire

Abe's soul on a clear day gradually dissipated in the fire, and the remaining wisp of smoke was sucked in by the small iron tower, and immortality could not be revived.

After solving him, Yang Zimei began to worry about Zhenzi.

Zhen Zi's face was a little pale, and her body was slightly empty.

Yang Zimei reached out and took her cold hand.

This is the first time for Yang Zimei to hold hands with Zhenzi.

In the past, because Zhenzi was a living dead person, she had a certain degree of resistance to her, and did not want to touch her body parts.

Zhen Zi's hands are cold, and her fingers are long and soft, which makes people hold them. She feels like she wants to take care of her.

In Yang Zimei's mind, Zhenzi is omnipotent and powerful. Now, holding her hand, we can know that she is also vulnerable and needs to be cared for.

Being held by her warm hands, Zhenzi's heart is also warm.

She is a living dead person, there is no such thing as tears, otherwise, tears will surely fill her eyes at this time.

"How do you feel, juniko?"

Yang Zimei asked carefully.

Zhenzi shook her head. "It seems that she is just a little tired."

Yang Zimei just wanted to lose her vitality, Zhenzi released her hand and refused, "master, I don't need your vitality, and I can't control it once it starts. The spiritual power and vitality of you can't be closed and will flow to me continuously."

"Will this happen?"

Yang Zimei was surprised and asked, and her hand drew back unconsciously.

Zhen Zi nodded and sat down on the ground.

However, she did not practice luck, just like the ordinary person, simply sat, and then closed her eyes, a look waiting for death.

After a while, she opened her eyes and looked at Yang Zimei with a happy look on her face, "am I not dead?"

"You are the living dead."

Yang Zimei sweat ran way.

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