Coercion

In the sea of dead corpses in the corpse, Xi Ran is recovering her emotions little by little, not because he forgot the pain caused by Wushuang's strange departure, but at this moment she is suffering from inhuman treatment, that kind of suffocating coercion, she can't breathe under oppression, and there is a feeling of suffocation and drowning. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This kind of coercion came inexplicably, he didn't understand why there was no sign at all, in fact, it was not without signs, but he was in a state of loss of soul at that time, so he didn't feel the change in the surrounding atmosphere at all.

The back is gradually bending, the sweat is sliding down the white and tender cheeks, the arms are hanging weakly, the red gauze skirt is also clinging to the body because of the sweat, the knees are constantly trembling, bending little by little, this feeling is like carrying a mountain, it is really unbearable.

She wants to use force, and she also wants to use ice purgatory, but now she can be slaughtered like an ordinary person, and the hateful thing is that she doesn't have the slightest strength, this feeling of having more than enough strength makes people feel like a child abandoned by the world.

A sad feeling rose from the heart, and Xi Ran suddenly gave birth to a sense of misanthropy, this feeling became stronger and stronger, more and more clear, and the scenes of the past flashed in front of me, there were all kinds of hundreds of millions of years ago, and there were also scenes of the present world, all the negative emotions were constantly amplified, and the heavy blue-black aura accumulated more and more in the curved figure of the sunset.

"Wang, I don't think she can support it for long, as long as she is self-conscious, then she won't do our business." The gray-clothed maid said proudly beside the half-black-clothed rakshasa on her face.

"Don't be happy so early, if you don't see her breath and ashes, my heart won't be at peace." Rakshasa looked at him with a cruel and bloodthirsty face, still struggling in the sea of corpses and corpses.

"King, can the people who have entered the corpse realm still get out alive? The corpse is a well-known killer of the underworld. The gray-clothed maid looked at his master, Rakshasa, with a puzzled expression.

"Don't think of him too simply, even I don't know his true identity, I only know that he appeared out of thin air, because his name is not in the Book of Life and Death of the Six Realms at all." Rakshasa glared at the gray-clothed maid beside her, and then revealed to her something that she was also puzzled about.

Looking back now, I was a childhood sweetheart with the night of the shadows, and the two had no guesses, if it weren't for this arrogant woman who suddenly appeared, the shadows would not abandon themselves and go, and they would have been paired with her, and what was even more hateful was that this woman was not satisfied at all, in just a thousand years, the peach blossoms continued, although the shadows were willing, but they were not convinced, why, why? I'm not much worse than her.

The more Rakshasa thought about it, the more angry he became, and the more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and his beautiful eyes revealed a bloodthirsty light, which was vicious and vicious.

"I'll see how long you can last, but I'll see how strong you are and how hard your bones are."

Scene after scene of separation, scene after scene of blood, Yuran felt like she was about to collapse, she suddenly gave up all resistance, and let the suffocating coercion be completely exerted on herself. Gradually, my heart was slowly stopping, and my consciousness began to blur, and the sound of clattering bones was clearly audible, but it was at that moment......