Mu Huaying covered her head and looked up at him.

Mu Huaying will probably die in less than three days.

Yan Fanglin couldn't save him.

This is all he can give Mu Huaying, stay with him in this sea of ​​consciousness, give him the warmth of the last three days of this miserable and miserable life.

Mu Huaying seemed to be about to cry, but what came out of his eyes were two lines of bloody tears, hanging on his beautiful face.

He was originally the son of Ah Ruan and Ye Qingdu. He was supposed to grow up in a noble family. He had a father with a bad character, but loved him very much, and a gentle and beautiful mother. He should have grown up in love. With his beauty, family background,

He has everything a winner in life should have, and is not a demon who has been tortured endlessly by his adoptive mother since he was a child, grew up in the realm of evil spirits, and became a tool to kill his father.

The only bit of warmth he got in his life was what Ye Hengyang said to him the moment he let him go privately.

He asked him why he let him go, and he said: "No matter what, you are my brother. Father and son, we shouldn't be like this."

Yan Fanglin reached out and hugged Mu Huaying.
Chapter completed!