"It seems like she fell asleep," Yumo said with a soft smile.
Yumo whispered softly.
At the same time,
Yumo couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. She was relieved that Mengxi had already deactivated her divine power mode. Otherwise, Yumo would not dare to save the dying girl. Even if she did save her, who knows if Mengxi would end up dead by Yumo's hands the next moment she opened her eyes.
However,
Even so,
The remnants of divine and holy power on the delicate body of the silver-haired girl continued to stimulate Yumo's senses, tempting the brutal impulses within her heart. To Yumo, Mengxi was still a hot potato. A little carelessness, and she might lose consciousness again.
Aware of this, Yumo tensed her nerves.
At the same time, she clenched her teeth.
The surrounding shadows and a few blood butterflies rapidly converged, compressed, and transformed into a fine sword radiating a chilling light.
