Chapter 85: The Return of Aya (1)
Lying in the center of the pink flowers was a girl about fourteen or five years old. She had beautiful pink hair and blood-red eyes. She was wearing a white coat and only a pair of white stockings underneath. The delicate and beautiful face seemed to be faintly blooming with a soft brilliance. But the most striking thing was her ears, which were not human ears, but a pair of extremely cute rabbit ears.
"A girl?" A surprised expression appeared on Helen's cold face. It seemed that this result also surprised her. She also didn't expect that the girl with rabbit ears was the one who exuded the pink mist.
But this was indeed a fact, the best proof that the pink mist was still emerging from her petite body. But her appearance looked very bad, the white coat had been dyed red by blood. Although her eyes were still open, her red eyes had lost their focus. It looked like she was seriously injured.
She was also gasping for breath constantly, seeming to be suffering very much. And every time she took a breath, a lot of pink mist came out of her body. It seemed that she may have lost control of her body because of a serious injury.
"Please! Please don't hurt this girl!" Suddenly, a cloud of black mist drifted from the door to the girl on the bed, blocking Helen's sight. That voice was actually that Death Knight, who should have been killed.
"You still haven't disappeared yet? Holy Crystals!..." Helen's eyes showed the cold killing intent again when she heard the death knight's voice.
"Please wait, you don't need to waste your energy. I only have a wisp of soul left now. Even if you don't do anything, I will automatically disappear after a few minutes." In the black misty's voice, it was full of bitterness.
"Since you are dying, why did you come here?" The killing intent in Helen's eyes disappeared a lot.
"It's all for this child! I don't want anyone to hurt her again! She has suffered so much, at least before she is gone, I want to do my best to protect her!" The misty death knight's tone was unprecedentedly gentle, as if a father was talking about his most beloved daughter.