He didn't seem to be comforting her, but he still put a lamp in her hand.

This time, I don't know what important switch was touched in A'luo's heart.

The endless misery was overwhelming and overwhelming, and the heavy loneliness almost penetrated into the weakest depths of her bone marrow.

She collapsed and cried harder. Looking at the warm light in her hand, blood overflowed from her eyes.

She was in so much pain that she couldn't stand up and huddled up, as if her long-buried bloody heart had been exposed and dug out, shockingly scattered all over the ground.

She clutched her heart in panic: "But it's gone. I lost my lamp. I lost him. He's gone... He left me alone to suffer in the abyss. I can no longer find anyone to guide me."

That’s the bright light.”

Balian frowned deeply, seeing that she was almost mentally disordered. He clasped her shoulders with both hands, knowing that the soft comfort at this moment was useless, and said in a stern tone: "If the lamp in your hand is of no use to you, then give it back to you.

I."

There is no intention of connivance.

A'rao's body trembled violently, she hugged the lamp in her hand tightly, and she became obedient as expected.

This madman...

After A'luo's mood gradually stabilized, Balian left the Hades Palace.

At this time, the spring snow has stopped, and the distant mountains outside the long hall can be seen indigo and blue. Only in the north, there is a rumbling darkness, as if there will never be light.

Balian pinched the center of his eyebrows, spread out his palms, and stared at the black energy gathering and dispersing in his palms, his eyes gradually darkened.
Chapter completed!