Beimo did not press his entire body on Di Ling'er's body.

Even though he knew that Di Ling'er was not weak, he still didn't want her to overwork, so he took one step at a time and walked forward with the help of Di Ling'er.

...

The sky above the demon world is always covered with a layer of blood-colored moonlight, and there is no difference between day and night.

Since Di Ling'er entered Bei Mo's room, she has never come out again. If it weren't for everyone in the demon world who knew that Bei Mo was seriously injured, someone would have rushed in to find out what Di Ling'er had with her.

But Di Ling'er was just holding a soaked face wash paper and carefully wiped the blood on his body.

"Bei Mo, you... stop doing such stupid things again in the future."

Di Ling'er bit her lips tightly, especially when she saw the man's wounds so deep, the pain in her heart became even more intense, and her eyes were filled with heartache.

Seeing the girl's expression that was about to cry again, Bei Mo raised his hand, stroked her slender fingers gently on her beautiful face, and smiled evilly: "Girl, why are you crying again? Stop crying, these injuries are nothing to me."

"What kind of injury is considered pain to you?"

Di Ling'er raised her head and stared at the man with big watery eyes. Her voice was hoarse and no longer as crisp as before.

Beimo was silent.

What kind of pain is considered?

"I was weak once."

The man's voice stunned the girl, but she did not interrupt him.

"You have never experienced the era ten thousand years ago, but you should have heard of it. It was an era when the strong emerged and the fittest survived. Our clan has always been weak and bullied. Not only did I experience the pain of broken bones, I was also burned by fire and put into oil pans, and even... A hunter shot me an arrow while hunting. The arrow passed through the back of my head, and I lived with this arrow for a full half year."

"Little girl, look, I have experienced so many years of pain, but I haven't died. What is this injury to me?"

Di Ling'er stared at the man with an evil smile in front of her. She couldn't imagine why she could survive after experiencing so many injuries?

"Girl, you must be curious why I was burned by fire, into a pan of oil, and penetrated my head by arrows, but I was not dead yet?" The man smiled, "Because the elders in our clan accidentally obtained a secret technique, and the whole clan sacrificed all their lives, but those sacrificed lives were all on me, which made me have an immortal body back then."

"Our clan has always been weak and his talent is not as good as a tiger or a leopard. Therefore, they chose me, who has the strongest talent in the clan, and give me all my life. I am equivalent to having countless lives."

Listening to the man's words, Di Ling'er's heart suddenly twitched.

Even though his words were easy, Di Ling'er could still feel his pain.

Indeed, having so many lives can prevent him from dying, but sometimes, immortality is more painful than death.

But he could only carry the pain, because he was carrying the mission of his tribe...

"Bei Mo," Di Ling'er held Bei Mo's hand tightly, her eyes firmly, "I will protect you from now on."
Chapter completed!