After standing up, Han Youran's body shook several times and then took several steps back, and finally supported his body with the tip of the sword facing down, thanks to this being a long sword. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Go on." Han Youran, who hung his head, said weakly when he opened his mouth.

"That's it, how do you continue?" Sari's tone was stern.

Han Youran could only lift her head desperately, she now felt that her head was very heavy, and she wanted to pull it off and throw it out.

In a moment, the place under her feet was already stained with blood.

And her own lips were white and chapped, but she was covered with a head of water.

Sari looked at her, he didn't feel distressed, but he also figured it out, now that his problem has not been solved, it is superfluous to say anything to her, and he has no way to forcibly occupy her.

Therefore, as soon as possible, he will stimulate Han Youran's inheritance, kill Michael, and become the king of the dark clan himself.

When the time comes, he can even threaten her with everything on earth and become his own princess.

And at that time, he could completely protect her and not let her suffer a little damage.

So the shot now is necessary!

Sari, who was thinking like this, suddenly tilted his head, looked into the distance, and after a while, he spoke: "The real trial has begun. ”

After Sari finished speaking, before Han Youran could say a word, the figure disappeared in an instant.

Han Youran, who was in a daze, looked at the position where Sari was standing before, and wondered in his heart, what is this guy going to do?

Maybe it was because Sari was not there, and without that kind of pressure, Han Youran, who was holding hard, sat down on the ground directly, ran to a distance, and observed Han Youran's Sari, and when he saw this, he smacked his lips, and was very dissatisfied with Han Youran's performance.

But he didn't want to think about what standard he was using to demand Han Youran, Han Youran was a human being! Although she is a different human being, she has not yet fully inspired the inheritance, and she is still not comparable to the Dark Clan.

Han Youran, who was lying on the ground, felt so thirsty, wanted to drink water, her throat and eyes were dry and wanted to burst into flames, but no matter how she swallowed, she didn't have the slightest bit of spit.

Han Youran, who had no choice, raised his hand leisurely, hung his hand over his mouth, opened his mouth wide, shook off the blood on his hand, fell into his mouth, moistened his throat, and swallowed it as water.

Seeing her doing this, Sari showed a smile of satisfaction.

Han Youran looked at the blood dripping down his fingers, and even hoped that his wound could be bigger, so that he could drink more comfortably.

As for the smell of blood, she has long ignored it.

Instead, he thought in his heart, whether this was considered a blood supplement, and then smiled bitterly in his heart.

After drinking a few more drops of blood water, Han Youran's ears, which were not very sensitive, heard very dense footsteps, and were rushing towards him.

It was only when she persuaded herself to give up drinking her own blood that she turned her head with difficulty, that she found that the large army that was rushing was not far from her, and she was almost about to step on her hair.

Of course, this is an exaggeration.

The double image in Han Youran's eyes slowly came together, and only then did she see what kind of army this big army was, but she preferred that she was hallucinating, or that she was blind at the moment.

Because the large army on the opposite side is all people from the Dark Clan, and some people also have demonic beasts, it is estimated that there are forty or fifty.