The whole picture is terrifying and terrifying, this is simply a one-sided torture!

After Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Shadow lay on the ground panting with some difficulty, as if it was difficult to even breathe.

No way, in this short day, his head was attacked by him!

Dragons, like humans, have their heads as the most important thing, and it's a miracle that he has been able to survive such a blow to his head until now!

What's even more miraculous is that Shadow is just gasping for breath, but she doesn't even frown.

Not to mention moaning!

Even, there was a hint of a smile on Ei's face, a smile that belonged to the victor.

While Shadow was still lying on the ground gasping for breath, Styx's figure reappeared above Shadow and stomped on Shadow's chest with his right paw.

The strength was so great that Shadow snorted again!

A stream of blood spurted out of Shadow's mouth into the sky again, splashing all over Shadow's face as it fell.

Shadow's face was covered in dust and blood, and it was too embarrassing to look like this.

"Are you scared?" The shadow didn't relax the strength of his claws at all, and looked down at the shadow and said fiercely.

Shadow gasped for breath, and finally stopped, watching his brother smile a little.

"Afraid?" Shadow smiled bitterly, "My brother, do you think I'll be afraid?" ”

Hades frowned slightly, and the huge dragon claws raised.

As soon as the huge pressure on Shadow's chest disappeared, he immediately gasped for breath, like a patient dying from lack of oxygen.

However, it took less than a second for this dragon claw to be raised, and it stepped on it with greater force!

One time! Shadow coughed up a stream of blood!

Twice! Shadow coughed up a stream of bright red blood again, and Shadow's chest seemed to be scratched by Stygian's sharp claws, and the dragon scales on the surface peeled off layer by layer, and even the muscles inside could be seen!

Three clicks! Shadow didn't seem to be able to cough up the blood, but a fatal pain in his chest kept attacking his consciousness.

Unbeknownst to him, his chest was completely broken, and he could even see the bones of the white forest.

The Sword Immortal watched this scene coldly from the side, but he didn't stop it at all, and he didn't even have a trace of fluctuation.

He is a sword immortal, and he has seen too much for such things as killing, don't forget, the strong are famous for piling up with blood.

In his eyes, all this is normal, revenge for revenge, revenge for injustice, and justification.

Cruelty, just to tell the other person's cruelty.

Hades finally stopped, but the dragon's claws were still on Shadow's chest, and he fell silent as he watched the shadow beneath his feet.

Shadow was dying, and there was not even a single intact muscle left in his broken chest.

"Do you regret it?" Ming didn't say anything pitiful, his voice was still so cold, so cold that people couldn't help but shiver.

Shadow was already extremely weak, and he couldn't speak at all when the shadow pressed against his chest.

Hades knew, so he raised his dragon claws.

The raised dragon claws even brought up a trace of minced meat and blood.

Shadow frowned at the pain, but then stretched out again.

Shadow opened his eyes tiredly and smiled at this condescending brother.

"Why should I regret it?" Shadow said weakly, and then his voice was sharp as if it was high-pitched

"Wen is mine, I am the Dragon King!!"

The eleventh thousand seven hundred and seventy-six years of mankind was the second year of Wu Haotian's return to Zhenguofu.

Standing in the fluttering snowflakes, Wu Haotian left shallow footprints in the garden, looked up at the white snow, and couldn't help but think about the past.

He couldn't believe that he had been here for a full year.

This year, Wu Haotian has fully believed that this is the real world, not the fierce abyss.

Even Wu Haotian himself didn't believe that he would be so lucky, he had just entered the world, and he happened to be transmitted back to reality.

But I have to admit that this year is the happiest year Wu Haotian has ever had.

Wu Haotian had never tried to be so peaceful, or he never dared to, he had too many responsibilities on him at that time.

Thinking of the five women who think of themselves, each of them has their own personality, like a hundred flowers blooming in each other.

Wu Haotian raised his head and smiled, he really didn't know what good things he had done to make these five women love him so desperately.

Just when Wu Haotian was still smirking at the snow, someone behind him put on a cotton velvet cloak for Wu Haotian.

At least, the fur on the collar made Wu Haotian feel very warm and comfortable.

Wu Haotian gently held the hands that clothed him, and his hands were so soft and warm.

Wu Haotian turned his head and looked at Su Yan, who had already guessed.

The two looked at each other, one high and one low, and suddenly the snow became calm.

Wu Haotian smiled and touched Su Yan's little hand, the touch of this hand is unique in the world, and it is also the warmth buried deep in his heart.

"It's cold, and I still wear so little", Su Yan pulled out the hand held by Wu Haotian, and then helped Wu Haotian tie the cloak he had just put on.

"I don't have you anymore." Wu Haotian said with a smile, it was very cold, and he spoke with a white haze.

Su Yan raised her head and looked at Wu Haotian, and then shook her head helplessly, as if she hated iron but not steel.

"You, what are you going to do if you freeze us women?" Su Yan said with a smile, "Who is going to work outside to earn money to support us?" ”

Wu Haotian smiled and raised his hand to touch Su Yan's cheek.

Su Yan smiled, but did not dodge Wu Haotian's somewhat cold big hand.

After Su Yan tied the cloak properly, she stood outside with Wu Haotian.

Speechless, but with warm affection.

"If only we could do this every day in the future." Wu Haotian looked at the sky and said suddenly, then sighed, "I hope all this is true." ”

Su Yan tilted her head curiously, not understanding what her husband meant.

"How do you say that?" Su Yan asked curiously, "Aren't we okay now?" ”

Wu Haotian lowered his head and looked at the face that was close at hand.

It's still that face, that face that is so perfect that it's impeccable, that face that even Chu Qingxue sighs to herself.

Wu Haotian raised his hand and played with Su Yan's long green silk

"You say, is all this true?"

Her hair tickled Su Yan a little, and Su Yan laughed like a wind chime in the snow.

"Yes, yes, I'm sentimental Xianggong~" Su Yan looked at Wu Haotian, her eyes narrowed with a smile, she was so charming.

What if none of this is true?

Wu Haotian also smiled, forcibly wiped away the anxiety in his heart, and played with Su Yan in the snow.

However, the anxiety in my heart still lingered. (To be continued...) ）