Zhuo Qingqing struggled with all her might to end her own life. However, not only was her primordial spirit restricted, but she also had no strength left in her body.
He could only lie there limply, watching as the other party got closer and closer.
"Go on, don't stand on ceremony."
Li Muyang laughed in excitement.
Zhuo Qingqing's beautiful face finally turned pale. However, just as she was about to close her eyes in despair, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of her.
"It's not a good habit to leave without saying goodbye. You're not allowed to do it next time. "
Lin Yi turned around and smiled at her before raising his hand and slapping the bear-shaped Dark Demon beast, turning it into steam.
Zhuo Qingqing burst into tears of joy.
Even though she had the same thought in her last moments of accepting her fate, her rationality told her that it was not realistic.
