บท 1490: The might of the heavens (3)

As Bai Yan was under Yu Yi's wings, she did not suffer many injuries. Frowning slightly, she raised her head and looked at the wind erosion bird that was protecting her. "Have we met before?"

his breath and the way he teased her were familiar to her.

The wind erosion bird's eyelids twitched, but it was unable to open them.

It really wanted to see what she looked like. After all, a thousand years ago, he couldn't see her face, nor could he feel her breath.

But now, even though he could not see her face, he could feel her aura.

Such warmth and comfort made it feel at ease.

"How are you?"

Bai Yan asked, but what she got in return was silence.

the wind erosion bird was already at its limits, and long yan and the others couldn't even sense his aura. otherwise, half city wouldn't have thought that he was dead.

If not for Bai Yan's appearance, he might really not have been able to hold on.