Is it my illusion?
Dean was stunned, and then reacted. His heart suddenly pounded wildly. He slightly held his breath, opened his eyes wide, and stared at her sleeping face. There was an unprecedented sense of tension.
Time stood still at this moment.
Until Dean saw her eyelashes tremble slightly, as if she was about to wake up.
Dean only felt a slight tremor in his mind, and the blood in his whole body seemed to boil in an instant. He was so excited that his pores opened, and his fingers involuntarily clenched.
It's not an illusion, it's real!
She really moved!!
Dean was so excited that he wanted to jump and shout, but he held back. He suppressed his rapid breathing, carefully and gently approached her, and once again carefully looked at her face.
Aisha's eyelids trembled slightly, as if she was about to open her eyes.
Seeing such a reaction, Dean was so excited that his heart was about to burst. He was more excited and grateful than if he had received the whole world. His body trembled slightly, and he felt that there was suddenly a hot liquid flowing out of his eyes, blurring his vision. He quickly raised his hand to wipe it away, and then opened his eyes wide so that he could see her more carefully and clearly.
At this time, Aisha's eyebrows trembled slightly, as if she was frowning, but also as if she was enduring something.
Seeing this, Dean suddenly sobered up, and suddenly thought of the wound on her chest. He immediately looked at it, and was stunned. He saw that the bowl-sized wound on her chest had disappeared at this moment, and it had healed itself. Only the hole in the breastplate seemed to prove that the previous wound was not an illusion.
Is it her self-healing ability?
Dean suddenly thought of this, and his heart could not help but secretly rejoice.
At this time, he noticed that Aisha's fingers were trembling slightly, as if she was about to regain consciousness.
When he noticed her trembling fingers, he suddenly saw that her fingernails were slowly growing in a subtle range. The original shell-like fingernails had become more and more slender, and the front of the fingernails was pulled forward, becoming a little sharp. On her white arms, faint dark marks slowly appeared, as if the hidden blood vessels in the skin were revealed.
But the color of these blood vessels was not dark red, but deep pure black.
Dean was slightly startled, and could not help but glance at other parts of her body. Soon he found that in addition to her arms, her neck also slowly appeared pure black lines like blood vessels.
Could it be a secret technique of the Dragon Clan?
This doubt appeared in his heart, and at the same time, an even more terrifying thought appeared in his mind. However, he suppressed it and did not dare to think about it.
However, the excitement in his heart slowly subsided and was replaced by nervousness.
Suddenly, he thought of a way to completely erase the suppressed terrible thoughts. He immediately narrowed his pupils and looked at Aisha with his thermal vision. He saw that Aisha was lying in front of him. Her body didn't have the slightest heat reaction.
It must be known that her Demon Dragon Mark wasn't a cold-blooded demonic creature. Unless she deliberately concealed it, her body would emit a powerful heat source.
But, at this moment, there was no such thing.
How could this be?
Why was this happening?
Dean's face became ugly. He slowly leaned down and put his ear gently on her chest, for fear of pressing her, and then listened to her heartbeat.
One second, two seconds, three seconds …
Half a minute passed, but Dean didn't hear a beat!
How could this be?
Could it be that she was using the Dragon Blood Art to suppress it?
(Yes, it must be … it must be like this!)
He gasped and looked up at the girl again. In a blink of an eye, her face also protruded with dark black lines. The shape was very similar to the meridians, which was particularly conspicuous under the snow-white skin.
He looked down and saw that her nails were still growing. In a blink of an eye, they were an inch long from her fingers, and they were extremely sharp.
(No … it can't be …)
He gasped slightly and raised his hand to slap his head. The pain seemed to dispel the distractions in his mind. He gritted his teeth and slowly raised his hand to her eyes.
When his fingers were just about to hold up her eyelids, Aisha, who was sleeping, suddenly opened her eyes, and there seemed to be two cold black lights flashing.
Dean's fingers were stiff, and the next moment his whole body was stiff. Because he saw that Aisha's eyes had turned into pure black, pure black eye sockets without the white of the eyes!
This kind of hair-raising eyes made two words appear in his mind in an instant — Corpse King!
The Black Wing Corpse King, who was killed before, had such eyes, exactly the same!!
"No … it's not like this …" Dean's body trembled slightly, and tears flowed from his eyes. When he saw her opening her pure black eyes and looking at himself, his face immediately held up a tearful smile, just as the girl had hoped to see before, a brilliant smile.
"You woke up … I knew you would be fine." Dean grinned and said as if nothing had happened.
After his voice came out, Aisha, who was just looking at him, suddenly sat up from the ground, and made a hoarse and low roar in her throat. There was no soft woman's voice at all, but like a beast! While roaring, his hands quickly grabbed Dean and instantly threw him to the ground. He turned over and rode on Dean's body, opening his mouth to bite Dean.
Dean didn't respond at all, and he didn't even think about responding.
When he was pressed to the ground, he looked at Aisha who was pouncing on him. He opened her mouth and saw that her snow-white teeth had become a bit sharp. Especially the canines on both sides. They were like short and sharp bamboo shoots.
Tears filled his eyes, and he had a feeling of wanting to cry.
Aisha bit toward his throat. When she was about to bite, she suddenly stopped, but she didn't stop by herself, but on her neck, there were two hands tightly covering and pushing upward.
Dean burst into tears. He held her neck tightly and lifted her up as if he was lifting a heavy mountain.
"Roar …" Aisha's mouth desperately bit down. It was as if she smelled the tempting blood. There was a kind of impatient thirst which made her mouth open wide. Her originally beautiful cheeks were somewhat distorted. She was like a beautiful butterfly which was torn apart alive. There was no longer the previous beauty.
"No, don't do this …" Dean cried in his heart, looking at her pleading, like a humble insect showing the most sad and weak appearance.
"Roar!" Aisha's beautiful face was incomparably fierce, and her sharp teeth dripped mucus. She twisted her nose, trying to break away from Dean's hands, and there was only bloodthirsty desire in her pure black eyes.
Looking at the bloodthirsty face, Dean couldn't help but roar in grief!
"Why!!!"
"Why are you like this … ah ah ah ah ah!!!"
What is despair?
Do you want to destroy your most precious things with your own hands?
Why does fate tease people like this?!!
In Dean's sad voice, Aisha's strength gradually gained the upper hand, and her ferocious cheeks were getting closer and closer. Puff! Her mouth fiercely bit something, but it was Dean's left hand that was blocking.
Aisha bit his left hand like a lion, shaking her head left and right, desperately biting.
Dean looked at her face, which was close at hand, full of craziness. There was no half of the previous gentleness and familiarity, only the killing intent to eat and swallow him … Does she really want to kill me?
No, this is not her.
Why, she is already dead, why does fate still torture her like this?
Dean cried bitterly, he couldn't help but remember in his heart, the girl weakly but gently said to him, "Even if … everyone forget me, don't forget me, okay?"
(Yes, I won't forget, I will always remember your most beautiful appearance …)
"Ah ah ah ah …" He roared madly.
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