Fu Xiuyan may fall to his death at any time, and he may also be stabbed to death by a sickle, and he may die at any time. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But his eyes with their own affectionate effects seemed to not know that he would die at any time, as if the bright thing in front of his head was not a life-threatening scythe, but someone's unique flashing light.

He was observing Han Youran, observing Han Youran very calmly.

Although her eyes were red, Han Youran's expression was not hideous, or she had no expression at all, her red lips were gently closed, her eyelids were half-drooping, and her eyelashes were blocked in front of her eyes, all of which were reflected red.

Another change is that Han Youran has become whiter than before, and I have to say that Fu Xiuyan's observation is really careful.

Although Han Youran was also white before, she was only a little white, but now she is a bit white as if she has been coated with layers of white powder all over her body, and with the red lips, red eyes and black hair, she looks a little scary.

"If you don't wake up, you'll be devoured. Fu Xiuyan spoke, and his tone was as if he was talking about love.

When the words fell, he also smashed to the ground, directly smashed a deep pit, and his body did not bounce upward, but smashed down.

In the midst of the dirt, some seawater bubbled up, which shows how deep this pit is!

But if it is a normal free fall, at this height, it is absolutely impossible for a person's weight to hit so deeply, unless the weight is wrong.

The shattered hair that shook fell back again, and a few strands stuck to Fu Xiuyan's face, covering his earlobes.

Han Youran knelt on one knee, and his long dry hair hung down from his head and landed next to Fu Xiuyan's face, entangled with Fu Xiuyan's broken hair.

Fu Xiuyan was still staring at the person on his body with his eyes open.

The scythe still stopped in front of his head, clinging tightly, and it would pierce into it with a little force, but the handle of the knife was held by Han Youran tightly, and he didn't go down even a single point.

Han Youran's pupils flickered, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, Fu Xiuyan looked at her and did not move.

After a stalemate for a while, Han Youran roared violently, raised his hand, raised his knife, and stabbed!

Fu Xiuyan still didn't move, the tip of the knife continued to enlarge in his eyes, deviated, and stabbed into the middle of his hair against his cheek, and a few strands of broken hair were cut off by the sharp tip of the knife.

The red in Han Youran's eyes receded a lot, but her expression was uncomfortable, she hung her head, bent over, and said in a hoarse voice, "Get out!"

Two simple words, but it seems to take her whole strength to say them.

Fu Xiuyan glanced at the knife next to his cheek, as well as Han Youran on his body, and smiled helplessly, as beautiful as the breeze and the moon in an instant, "If you don't get up, I can't get out." ”

The scythe next to his cheek turned, but slightly, and then stopped.

Han Youran's face was blocked by her hair, and she could only hear her breathing getting heavier and heavier, but she didn't hear her answer.

After a few more moments, the scythe next to his cheek began to tremble, and with the scythe trembled, several more strands of hair were cut off.

Fu Xiuyan was a little distressed, and before he could feel too distressed, he felt a weight on his body, and his face was a little painful, and Han Youran tilted his head and smashed it on his body.

His breathing changed from heavy to weak, and the breath he spit out was burning and unusually hot on Fu Xiuyan's face.

Han Youran held on, but he didn't hold on.

She survived not to be devoured by the murderous aura and became a walking corpse, but after she came to her senses, her body couldn't hold on.