In just a split second. Countless thoughts had already flashed through Mo Lan Jiuye's mind. In the end, he made a decision. That's whatever it takes. He had to rescue Ling Luo.

Think about it here. Mo Lan Jiuye's expression became cold and calm. Looking at Xiao Batian's gaze, he didn't waver for a moment. When you start again. He switched to a different style entirely. It's not as cautious and step-by-step as before. Instead, he desperately wanted to hurt Xiao Batian. It doesn't matter if it turns out that he is more injured.

Ling Luo didn't understand why Mo Lan Jiuye wanted to do this at first. But judging from his expression. She instantly understood Mo Lan Jiuye's thoughts. He wanted to use this method to seriously injure Xiao Batian. It was so that Ling Luo would have one more chance of winning when he escaped later.

The white clothes on Xiao Batian's body fluttered and flew. It is in stark contrast to the black body of Mo Lan Jiuye. It's like the relationship between the two of them at this moment. Branches are located at opposite ends of the battle. The result is either you die or I live.

Seeing that the scars on Mo Lan Jiuye's body were getting more and more. But he didn't back down. On the contrary, the more frustrated he became, the more courageous he became There was a bright light in his eyes. Only locked on Xiao Batian's body. It's as if the blood on my body is nothing more than sweat from the hot weather.

Mo Lan Jiuye's desperate style of play made Xiao Batian a little unprepared. He was also injured in several places. Although it is not a serious injury. But it made him particularly annoyed, after all, he was a god-level person. It's a bit of a shame to be hurt by a flat-headed kid.

Xiao Batian reached out and wiped a small bloody wound from his face. His eyes flashed with a fierce bloodthirsty light. The aura on his body has also become more powerful than before. Apparently already angry." If you want to find death. I'm not going to stop you. I'll ask you one last time. Are you going to keep fighting me?"

It's different from Xiao Batian's clothes. Mo Lan Jiuye's appearance is much more embarrassed in comparison. Although the severity of the injuries could not be seen under the cover of black clothes. But judging from his pale and weak face. Mo Lan Jiu Ye is already about to reach the limit. If you continue to insist on fighting Xiao Batian. I'm afraid I really lost my life.

"Moran Nine Nights."

didn't wait for Mo Lan Jiuye to answer. Ling Luo's voice came through the air first. This helpless and sad cry expressed the infinite sentimentality in her heart. In the past, Qingli's tactful voice was full of choked up. Although just calling his name. But it is full of countless unspoken feelings and thoughts.

Every time Mo Lan Jiuye was injured, she saw it clearly from the perspective of a bystander. What kind of pain will it be when the trick infused with deep spiritual power hits the body. Ling Luo's eyes moistened just a little thought. Under such a powerful attack, Mo Lan Jiuye didn't even cry out in pain. Ling Luo is not a fool. She knew too well that he was just not wanting her to worry about being upset.

Ling Luo's tears fell in a daze. She felt sorry for him. If it weren't for the unpredictable. There weren't so many intractable misunderstandings between him and Luo Xue. Mo Lan Jiu Ye would not have experienced so much pain and hardship. Finally, he forgot the past. I can finally live a simple and beautiful life. He shouldn't have been so desperate for Ling Luo. She didn't deserve his sacrifice.

I heard Ling Luo's shout. Mo Lan Jiuye turned his head and glanced back at her. That glance made Ling Luo unforgettable for the rest of his life. His lip flap opens and closes slightly. Let Ling Luo comprehend everything in an instant. But she realized it too late.

It was as if everything had lost its breath for a moment. The scene is as clear and sluggish as if the camera has slowed down. However, the image of Xiao Batian's sharp claws slamming into Mo Lan Jiuye's eyes fell into Ling Luo's eyes like that. She desperately broke free from the restraints on her hands and ran to the place of battle. But no matter how fast she was. After all, it's still too late to save each other.

Ling Luo could only watch as Xiao Batian's claws pierced out of Mo Lan Jiuye's chest. The moment it was drawn, it brought out countless bright red blood. It's like a big red blood flower splattering in the air. The scene is extremely beautiful but has a hellish air of coldness.

Mo Lan Jiuye's body is like a thin catkins. Fluttering with the wind. Ling Luo ran over in three steps and two steps. She was just in time to catch Mo Lan Jiuye's fallen body.

Ling Luo covered Mo Lan Jiuye's chest with his hand. There's a big hole in blood. Bright red liquid poured out of the wound. Ling Luo tightly covered his wound with both hands. Hopefully it will stop the injury from getting worse. But things in the world are always contrary to people's wishes. The vitality of Molan Jiuye is still flowing out of the body with the continuous flow of blood. No matter how hard Ling Luo tried, he still couldn't save Mo Lan Jiuye's life.

Mo Lan Jiuye was directly hit in the heart by Xiao Batian. I can't even speak at the moment. Only the last breath is left. His eyes were starting to get a little dazed. But it always stayed on Ling Luo's face.

Although Mo Lan Jiuye couldn't speak. But Ling Luo understood what he wanted to say. She took his hand and rubbed it against her cheek. He spoke to him in a soft, warm voice. I am fine. Don't worry."

Mo Lan Jiuye's gaze contained too much emotion. In those charming peach blossom eyes, there was only no hidden mood left. All the feelings were clearly displayed in front of Ling Luo. Because he knows it very well. This is the last indulgence. Even if you can't speak. He also had to keep Ling Luo's face firmly in his heart at the last moment. After death, the soul is scattered and unforgettable.

Ling Luo always had a gentle and warm smile on his face. The palm of his hand gently wrapped around Mo Lan Jiuye's body. She knew very well that Mo Lan Jiuye had no hope of being saved. She only wanted him to be able to walk in peace. So try to keep your emotions under control. Don't let him worry about her at the last moment.

Until Mo Lan Jiuye's body began to stiffen gradually. Breathing also starts to become more rapid and short. Ling Luo knew that the hour had come. She leaned down slightly and whispered in his ear. Then the tense and painful expression on Mo Lan Jiuye's face instantly collapsed. Finally slowly closed his eyes. The last bit of breath also dissipated in the air without a trace.

Ling Luo finally said it in Mo Lan Jiuye's ear. It's a simple but affectionate phrase. There are so many thanks to her here. Too much too much to miss out on. But it is also the most real feeling at this moment.

"Night. Thank you. Love me."