In just a split second, countless thoughts had flashed through Mo Lan Jiuye's mind, and in the end, he still made a decision, that is, no matter what, he would rescue Ling Luo.

Thinking of this, Mo Lan Jiuye's expression became cold and calm, and his gaze at Xiao Batian did not waver for half a minute, and when he started to move again, he completely changed to another way of playing, not as cautious and step-by-step as before, but desperately trying to hurt Xiao Batian, even if the result was that he was more seriously injured.

Ling Luo didn't understand why Mo Lan Jiu Ye wanted to do this at first, but judging from his expression and attitude, she instantly understood Mo Lan Jiu Ye's thoughts, he wanted to use this method to seriously injure Xiao Batian, so that Ling Luo could have one more chance of winning when he escaped later.

The white clothes on Xiao Batian's body fluttered and flew, which was in stark contrast to Mo Lan Jiuye's black body, just like the relationship between the two of them at the moment, they were at opposite ends of the battle, and the result was either you die or I live.

Seeing that there were more and more scars on Mo Lan Jiuye's body, but he did not retreat at all, but became more and more courageous, his eyes flashed with bright light, and he was only locked on Xiao Batian's body, as if the blood on his body was just sweat because of the hot weather.

Mo Lan Jiuye's deadly style of play made Xiao Batian a little unprepared, and he was also injured in several places, although it was not a serious injury, but it made him extremely annoyed, after all, as a god-level person, it was indeed a little embarrassing to be injured by a flat-headed boy.

Xiao Batian stretched out his hand to wipe away a small bloody mouth on his face, his eyes flashed with a fierce bloodthirsty light, and the aura on his body became more powerful than before, obviously he was already angry, "If you want to find death, I won't stop you, I'll ask you one last time, do you still want to continue to fight me?" ”

Unlike Xiao Batian's clothes, Mo Lan Jiuye's appearance is much more embarrassed in comparison, although he can't see the seriousness of the injury 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 he continues to insist on fighting Xiao Batian, I am afraid that he will really lose his life.

"Mo Lan Jiu Ye!"

Before Mo Lan Jiuye could answer, Ling Luo's voice broke through the air first, this helpless and sad cry expressed the infinite sentimentality in her heart, and the clear and graceful voice in the past was full of choked voice, although it was just calling his name, but it was full of countless unspoken feelings and thoughts.

Every time Mo Lan Jiu Ye was injured, she could see it from the perspective of a bystander, what kind of pain would be if the trick infused with deep spiritual power hit her body at once, Ling Luo would moisten her eyes as long as she thought about it a little, but under such a powerful attack, Mo Lan Jiu Ye didn't even let out a cry of pain, Ling Luo was not a fool, she knew too well that he did this just because she didn't want her to worry about being sad.

Ling Luo's tears fell like this, she felt sorry for him, if it weren't for the unpredictable world, there were not so many insoluble misunderstandings between him and Luo Xue, Mo Lan Jiuye would not have experienced so much pain and hardship, finally he forgot the past, and could finally live a simple and beautiful life, he shouldn't be so desperate for Ling Luo, she didn't deserve his sacrifice like this.

Hearing 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 lips opened and closed gently, allowing Ling Luo to comprehend everything in an instant, but she understood it too late.

At that moment, it seemed that everything had lost its sound, and the scene was as clear and slow as if the camera had slowed down, but the picture of Xiao Batian's sharp claws hitting Mo Lan Jiuye fell into Ling Luo's eyes like that, she desperately broke free from the shackles on her hands and ran to the place of battle, but no matter how fast she was, it was still too late to save her after all.

Ling Luo could only watch as Xiao Batian's claws pierced through Mo Lan Jiuye's chest, and the moment it was withdrawn brought out countless bright red blood, like a large red blood flower splashed in the air, the scene was extremely beautiful but with a hellish and cold aura.

Mo Lan Jiuye's body was like a light catkins, fluttering with the wind, Ling Luo ran over in three steps and two steps, and she was able to catch Mo Lan Jiuye's fallen body.

Ling Luo covered Mo Lan Jiuye's chest with his hand, there was a big blood hole broken, and bright red liquid continued to gush out of the wound, Ling Luo tightly covered his wound with both hands, hoping to stop the deterioration of the injury, but the world always went against people's wishes, Mo Lan Jiuye's vitality continued to flow out of the body with 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, and he couldn't even speak at this moment, only his last breath was hanging, his eyes had begun to become a little trance, but he still stayed on Ling Luo's face.

Although Mo Lan Jiuye couldn't speak, Ling Luo understood what he wanted to say, she took his hand and rubbed it on her cheek, and said to him in an extraordinarily soft and warm voice, "I'm fine, don't worry." ”

Mo Lan Jiuye's eyes contained too many feelings, and there was only no hidden emotion left in the eyes of the charming peach blossoms, and all the feelings were clearly displayed in front of Ling Luo, because he knew very well that this was the last indulgence, even if he couldn't speak, he would keep Ling Luo's face firmly in his heart at the last moment, and he would never forget the soul drifting away after death.

Ling Luo always had a gentle and warm smile on her face, and her palm gently wrapped around Mo Lan Jiuye's body, she knew very well that Mo Lan Jiuye had no hope of being saved, she only hoped that he could go with peace of mind, so she tried her best to control her emotions and not let him worry about her at the last moment.

It wasn't until Mo Lan Jiuye's body began to stiffen gradually, and her breathing began to become more rapid and short, that Ling Luo knew that the hour had come, she leaned down slightly and whispered in his ear, and then the tense and painful expression on Mo Lan Jiuye's face instantly collapsed, and finally slowly closed her eyes, and the last bit of breath also dissipated in the air without a trace.

What Ling Luo finally said in Mo Lan Jiuye's ear was a simple but affectionate word, there were too many thanks from her, too many too many times and too many misses, but it was also the truest feeling at this moment.

"Night, thank you, love me."