C22 Whisper

Ling Ran held the unconscious man tightly in his arms. His long eyebrows, which were very similar to Zhuochen's, were heartbreaking. He really wanted to bear all the consequences of his sins on his own, not leave them to the people he loved... If that was the case, he would never feel so guilty and guilty.

His body, which in his memory had always been strong and strong enough to lift him up easily by the waist, was now weak in his arms, and he could only pray that this trip would bring him back to life, or else... he really didn't know how much longer he could hold out.

After all, Ye Xiao was his life.

Ling Ran restrained the emotions on his face and swept his calm eyes across the guard who had accidentally fallen over Xijie. "Are you one of Right Patronus's men?"

The guard, on the other hand, had a calm expression on his face, "This subordinate was personally selected by Right Patronus to guard by your side. I did not mean to make a mistake just now, I hope Demon Emperor can forgive me."

Her phoenix-like eyes narrowed. Unlike Zhuochen's cunning and sinister look, she had a gentle and charming expression. In the entire Devil Realm, the people who could enter Right Patronus's eyes and were sent to his side were basically all people who had experienced that great battle or were even more experienced. This meant that no matter how angry he was, he could not easily dispose of them.

Ling Ran was too lazy to waste his breath. At this moment, his first priority was to save his own life, so he raised his head and signaled for them to leave. The ferryman pushed his long pole and created ripples on the surface of the river.

However, the Cold River never stirred up any waves. Even when the sky was falling and the earth was falling, even when the great Dao was about to collapse, the Cold River was still so calm... It was so calm that it seemed to have no beginning and no end. It made people's hearts palpitate.

Wanqing stood at the bow of the ship and stared ahead with her eyes wide open in the thick white fog, even though she couldn't see anything clearly.

"Protector, you should rest first. I'm afraid that once we reach the Mute Moon Valley, it will take a while for us to enter." Jiao was usually not good at talking, but he was much more careful than Shao'er. She stood to the side and tried to persuade him with a gentle voice.

Right Patronus tidied up her black hair that was flying behind her and wrapped the clothes she was wearing around her body, "Jiao, what do you think we should do if the Demon Lord doesn't come back?"

Her expression was cold, as if she had experienced the coldest weather in the world.

The little maid tortured half of her lips until it turned bright red. "Jiao... Actually, Jiao had been nervous ever since he left the Devil Realm. No one knew what the Demon Lord had experienced in the past ten thousand years.... But everyone knew what kind of place the Mute Moon Valley was. Although Jiao was young, he had heard from a young age about the might of the Demon Lord when he led troops to battle. How could a strange woman like the Demon Lord be willing to stay in a cold corner... Forgive Jiao for making wild guesses, if the Demon Lord really doesn't come back, then it can only be that the Demon Lord's body is not strong enough and can't come back... "

No one knew what lay ahead of them, any more than any of them knew how a woman of free will had survived ten thousand lonely days and nights. Nobody knew. Nobody dared to think about it.

From the Cold River to the Mute Moon Valley, one needed to go against the current to the end. The ferryman skillfully pushed up the bamboo pole, and the raft obediently went against the current.

Wanqing took a deep breath and silently accepted this fact in her heart. She muttered in her heart, 'Demon Lord, even if you come back to take a look again, it would be good to take another look.'