Chapter 464

Although the change was expected, Li Meng still felt uncomfortable looking at the night before him.

This is the common feature of the "dead". They can't express their emotions, and their emotional changes are very rigid.

It's a matter of course that dead creatures don't have seven emotions and six desires, and certainly don't have any emotions.

Although she is not an ordinary dead creature, because of the influence of the power of death, her seven emotions and six desires have not been lost, but they have been almost consumed.

In his heart, Li Meng sighed.

Although he had such an expectation at the beginning, Li Meng still cared about the present night.

Stretching out his right hand, Li Meng gently stroked the not cold face.

Looking at the still beautiful face, Li Meng sighed: "girl! How can you reassure me like that? "

His Highness's soft words echoed in his ears, which made the cold eyes of the night move slightly.

Cold eyes revealed a trace of curiosity, there is a trace of puzzled.

The words, which were slightly open, light and cold, came out of her mouth.

"Your Highness! Are you not satisfied with the change of night

Li Meng shook his head and said: "not so! satisfied! But I'm not satisfied. I just look at you now and think of you who were gentle and lovely before! "

Night cold face slightly a Zheng, raised his left hand to touch his other side of the face.

I understand your Highness's words.

Looking up at his Highness's familiar face, he said: "Your Highness! What should I do? "

"You don't have to do anything. Leave it to me!" Li Meng opened his arms and said, "night! Come here

This is his Highness's invitation. How can she refuse it.

Although some doubts, but night or step forward, into the arms.

Petite body against his highness, once the warmth can no longer feel.

The body's armor separates everything.

Encircling the waist of night, the cold skirt armour is a little biting.

Looking at the face close at hand, Li Meng lowered his head slightly and put his forehead on the forehead of night.

Their posture is very warm and intimate.

Although he didn't know what his highness was going to do, he didn't know how to resist. Instead, he hugged his highness with his backhand, trying to comfort him with this kind of action.

It's all because of the power of death.

The power of death itself is a kind of negative energy, which is a terrible existence for any living body.

It can not only bring people back to life and become the puppet of the power of death, but also erase the seven emotions and six desires.

In the case of Li Meng's intention, the transformation of the night preserves the whole soul.

But the power of death is full of all parts of her body, which also affects her emotional expression.

Seven emotions and six desires, happiness, anger, sadness and joy, all these night have, but whether it is happy or sad, it can not be well expressed in that face and eyes.

Even smile, now night can't express well.

There are solutions.

As the same existence as "the power of death", Li Meng can do many things as long as he wants to.

Leave the forehead of night slightly!

Staring at that beautiful face, Li Meng raised his right hand again.

The hand caresses night's face, moves upward from the cheek, at the brow center of forehead, Li Meng's hand stops.

Move your mind!

The gray and dark power of death gushed out of Zheyi's body, like a tornado, around Zheyi's body to Li Meng's hand in front of his forehead.

The black awn, like lightning, is jumping with the surging of the power of death, like a black energy spirit.

In the middle of the night, Li Meng's hand stopped.

Also don't see Li Meng what action, so lightly wipe.

Something magical happened.

In the middle of the night's eyebrows, a black awn seems to be under the skin, invading the skin and changing the color of the skin.

The black awn is spreading and drawing a pattern.

A sickle like hook is formed, followed by a "handle.".

When the black awn is no longer spread, the pattern is completely formed, emitting bursts of black halo.

When all changes are over, a "scythe" and a "death scythe" are suddenly engraved in the center of night's brow.

The sickle pattern of death, which exudes black "halo", is incomparably profound and mysterious.

And just then, when the scythe of death came into being.

The power of death around her petite body seems to find a vent, and the bees rush to the scythe of death.

Between a few breaths, the power of death on the night disappeared.

No matter inside or outside, the power of death has disappeared, and the existence of the power of death can no longer be felt in the body of night.

The black halo flickered a few times, and the sickle pattern in the middle of the night's eyebrows was silent.

In the middle of the night's eyebrows, the "scythe of death" pattern is in place, but it no longer emits a black halo. It looks like a tattoo.

It's just that the tattoo is a little scary.

"How do you feel?"

Hand gently from the night face down, looking at the night in a daze, Li Meng asked softly.

At this time, night's look is very strange, dull, Lengleng, expression is very rich, no longer as rigid as before.

Eyes also become flexible.

Touch the center of the eyebrow, the feeling under the skin let night know, there is something in the center of the eyebrow.

What's that?

She didn't know it, but she felt the power of death from it.

The power of death in the body seems to run into the eyebrow.

There is no power of death, the body is a little empty, that kind of feeling is not good.

However, it doesn't matter that night can feel that the power hidden in the body has not diminished, and it doesn't lose control of the power of death.

Night has a feeling that as long as she has an idea, the power of death will flow out of her eyebrows and move around her body.

And the most important thing is that without the shackles of the force of death, thinking becomes a lot easier, and the control of the body muscles is restored.