League of Legends: Peerless Sword Demon

Mo Yu forcibly kept himself awake, feeling the infinite power in his body surging wantonly, feeling his body as if he was in a furnace, feeling the pain of his body being torn apart, and suddenly, the intense pain and the rising temperature were slowly decreasing.

'What's going on?'

Mo Yu was startled, and then became a little panicked.

Although the previous feeling made Mo Yu feel like he was in hell, the powerful power that kept emerging from his body made Mo Yu know that his strength was constantly improving. But at this moment, there was suddenly no movement, and the rising temperature began to slowly drop. It made Mo Yu's body comfortable, but the surging power also stopped. Not only that, but the power fades quickly after stagnation.

'Ah!!!h

Suddenly, a sharp pain as if tearing the soul spread all over his body, Mo Yu's eyes widened suddenly, and his hideous expression was like a demon crawling out of hell, hideous and terrifying.

Strands of pale green energy began to pull out from Mo Yu's limbs and slowly blend into the blood mist, and the passing power finally stopped and began to slowly rise again. Seeing the pale green energy in his body that was constantly being swallowed by the blood mist, Mo Yu finally showed a panicked look.

Mo Yu knew that the energy was not something else, it was the vitality that represented a person's vitality. Although the strength is no longer gone, and it has improved, but this is at the cost of Mo Yu's life. How much life can a person have? At the current rate, it won't be long before Mo Yu will die of old age due to the exhaustion of his vitality. In that case, even if there is no matter how strong the power is, what is the use?

In the outside world, Lisandro and Soraka looked at the gray color that quickly covered the body of the ink feather, and their faces were worried.

'What should we do?' Lisandro asked eagerly at Soraka

'Don't make noise. Am I not thinking?'

Then you should hurry up. ’

I said don't make a noise. ’

'You ... ’

Just when Lisandro was about to say something. I saw that Soraka suddenly made a move that shocked Lisandro...

I saw that a wound on Soraka's left hand in the palm of his right hand appeared instantly, and blood slowly dripped down the wound.

'Drip. ’

One drop fell, and before the second drop, Soraka quickly covered his palm over Mo Yu's heart.

'Hum... ’

As Soraka's palm touched Mo Yu's body, a blood-red light quickly emerged from under the gray color, and the light surged and quickly converged towards Mo Yu's heart.

'Uh. . . ’

Soraka's calm face furrowed, a hint of pain flashed. Under the invisible palm, the blood on Soraka's body continued to flow out along the wound, and then penetrated into Mo Yu's body, along with the blood that flowed out, as well as the trace of pale green and beige intertwined energy.

Slowly, the gray color on Mo Yu's body began to slowly fade, and then it was covered with a layer of blood again, and there was a trace of beige wrapped in it.

'Are you crazy?'

Lisandro's eyes widened as she looked at Soraka's pupils in disbelief. Why? That's because Lisandro knew that Soraka was risking her life to save Moyu.

Thinking about why Mo Yu is in such a situation, it is because the energy required for the fusion of blood mist and ink feather is not enough. That's why they will absorb the vitality of Mo Yu to continue to fuse.

If you don't have enough energy, you can only replenish it with energy. Moreover, the loss of vitality in Mo Yu's body can only be made up for with vitality. Soraka is undoubtedly asking for his own death by doing this.

'No... I didn't... ’

In a short moment, a layer of wrinkles had been covered on Soraka's snow-like skin, and the long moon-white hair had also been covered with a layer of gray, dry and dead.

'Then you ... ’

'I do. Do you understand?' slowly glanced up at Lisandro, and there was already a hint of old weakness in his voice: "I've already lost him once, and I don't want to lose him a second time. Although this second time is just my own passion. ’

In the endless years of the past, although I was respected by the world, behind that respect was endless emptiness. Every day is only facing the endless starry sky, even if you are tired and tired, you are just one person. But, twenty-eight years ago, perhaps by the mercy of God, he appeared. Appear at the door of my temple. Since then, my vitality has been more smiling and warmer. But in the end, I hurt him because of my so-called compassion for all beings, and he almost died... So. In any case, I can't and won't lose him a second time, even if it's dead... ’

In the short time he spoke, the wrinkles on Soraka's face continued to spread. The eyes that once revealed the endless starlight and wisdom were already covered with a layer of gray, and there was an extra touch of dead silence. And the body of the twenty-eight-year-old girl has also become an old man of seventy or eighty.

Lisandro was silent. Without saying anything more, he looked at the calm on Soraka's face, and then, under Soraka's surprised gaze, Lisandro made the same move.

With the addition of Lisandro, the blood-colored light on Mo Yu's body became more and more vigorous, and the gray color that covered his body had long since disappeared. The calm momentum is constantly rising, rising!_

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