The crimson light flames rushed like a shooting star, and in the moment of approaching, the demonic beast’s mouth suddenly opened wide, booming and colliding with the icy blue flames.

“Whoosh.”

Yao Yao was blown by the wind and became a fluttering little flag.

She clung tightly to Chong Yan and saw two streams of spiritual energy colliding, intense clashes of red and blue light, and finally the furious icy flames overwhelmed them, setting the magnificent vessel on fire.

They didn’t know which sensitive point of the ancient demon they had touched.

Apparently, there was also a lack of unity on the vessel. Some people immediately left from the top, but they were all swept away by the devil’s bat wings, and the vessel and the figures fell heavily to the ground, instantly engulfed in crimson flames.

Yao Yao dumbly witnessed all of this.

So powerful.

Yao Yao grabbed a corner of Chong Yan and, for the first time, directly felt his strength.

She remembered blocking in front of Chong Yan during the onslaught of the demons, standing before the poison eagle in the Naitian Secret Realm, and countless moments of taking care of him when she thought he was weak.

Awesome!

Yao Yao clenched her fist. Now it’s my turn to take action.

The vessel crashed.

Finally, Chong Yan slowly lowered its wings, and the world finally became a little quieter.

His fully animalized chaotic brain had lost count of how many people had attacked him.

If the attacks continued, he might not be able to protect the rose.

This thought made him sad.

Chong Yan slowly realized that in this world, it seemed that everyone wanted him dead.

Leaning against the icy wall of the abyss, he sat down slowly.

After a while, his cold body finally sensed a strange touch on his body.

He didn’t know what had crawled onto him.

Very small.

Very warm.

Very soft.

Climbing up along his fin, landing on his dragon tail, and moving step by step along his twisted spine, coming towards him.

Yao Yao landed on his body, finally able to see all of Chong Yan’s wounds clearly.

They were all injuries.

But it’s okay, she thought, she can heal them.

Yao Yao’s palm transformed into a continuous flow of shallow golden spiritual energy, carrying powerful healing power, and climbed up his enormous body.

Seeing a torn scale, heal it.

Seeing a broken back revealing bone, heal it.

Seeing a blood hole as big as a house, heal it.

Seeing a dozens of meters long bloodstain, heal it.

Gradually, Yao Yao’s little face became tense, starting with the belief that she could heal everything, but in the end, she slowly lowered her hand.

Her spiritual power was still abundant, she could continue.

But when she looked up, she realized that this huge body was covered in countless wounds, with fresh bloodstains and old scars interweaving wherever she stepped.

He was already riddled with wounds.

Yao Yao widened her eyes, looking at the mountain-like body in front of her, and finally pouted.

She remembered when she first arrived, mistaking a three-centimeter wound on Chong Yan ‘s hand for a fatal injury.

Now she realizes that compared to the countless deep wounds on his true body, that wound is insignificant.

Yao finally feels uncomfortable.

The surface wounds are one thing, but what about inside his heart?

Does he recognize me now?

Is he scared?

Yao Yao pinched her little hand, raised her head, and climbed up along his spine, crossing layers of bone spurs.

His silver-white patterned scales were beautiful, but cold and smooth. She was afraid she would slip down with a few steps, as if digging on a giant beast’s head.

Yao didn’t know how long she had been walking from his tail fin to his neck.

But she finally saw the true form that Chong Yan had hidden for thirty thousand years.

Chong Yan didn’t move.

He seemed to sense her familiar presence. Despite his brain being driven mad by charms, he tolerated it anxiously and finally turned his head.

Those amber-gold pupils wanted to see her, and the soft little figure climbed directly onto his head.

She embraced his broken horn with both hands.

“Chong Yan.”

The whole world fears him, attacks him, and erodes him.

But she went through hardships and finally embraced him.

“Chong Yan, don’t be afraid.”

Her voice seemed to penetrate through his chaotic fog, sometimes distant and sometimes near. The ancient demon perked up his ears, desperately trying to hear clearly, afraid that she would only call out once.

Yao Yao lay on his massive head and called his name many, many times.

But he still couldn’t recover from his transformation.

Yao didn’t feel tired, but she had seen the injuries all over his body along the way, and it hurt.

She held Chong Yan’s horn and wanted to sit down, but accidentally scratched her palm in the horn, causing a small cut.

A little bit of blood seeped out.

Yao Yao looked at that small wound and seemed to find a breakthrough point. She finally pouted.

“Chong Yan, I cut my hand.”

Chong Yan’s pupils slightly widened, clearly hearing this.

Yao Yao tilted her head back, blinked her eyes, and opened her mouth wide.

“It hurts, wuwuwuwu.”

How could Chong Yan have so many wounds, to the point where they couldn’t even be counted?

“Chong Yan, it hurts.”

Children are the best at crying out in pain. It was as if she was shouting out all the pain that the little devil had never cried out in his life.

Yao Yao sobbed while holding onto his horn, her tears blurring her vision. And then, she suddenly felt a change in the sensation beneath her hand.

The horn turned into a waist, and what she was leaning against became an embrace.

The consciousness of the ancient demon trapped under the spell slowly raised its head.

There were too many chaotic voices in his mind, but her pitiful sob was too clear.

He was still slow and dull.

But the icy fog around them gradually dissipated, and the storm calmed.

At the edge of the world, in the depths of the abyss, on the bloody horizon, when the heavens and earth were about to collapse.

The enraged ancient demon disappeared on the spot.

The ancient demonic figure that soared into the sky transformed into a tall young man, embracing the sobbing girl with his worn-out body.

He returned from his complete bestial transformation, but for a long time, he didn’t know how to position his hands.

After a while, Chong Yan finally, buried his head deep in her soft neck.

Warm and comforting.

“It’s okay.”

Like this, he was finally, okay.