Zheng Dong's heart warmed, let go of the hand that grabbed the whip, and grabbed the rail with the help of inertia, Yun'er came back! He couldn't hide the ecstasy in his heart, threw her on the railroad tracks with one hand, rolled up his waist and abdomen, and an upside-down golden bell turned up, he just stood firm, couldn't wait to hug her, hugged each other tightly, kissed her hair, forehead, lips, and kissed deeply, and the bitterness accumulated by the thoughts after that parting turned into a sweet taste at this time.

A sharp pain hit from his chest, it was a sharp blade, the blade was thin and sharp, if it weren't for the fierce hugging action, which triggered the pain, he might have to wait a while to find out that he was injured, he instinctively protected Mu Yun'er behind him, and looked vigilantly at the killing god who had already stood up over there.

"In vain!" The killer's eyes were clear, his pupils returned to normal, becoming black and white, there was blood at the corner of his mouth, he covered his chest and bent down, coughed violently a few times, pointed at him and shouted, "Be careful." ”

Thinking that it was a delirious killing god attacking him from behind, Zheng Dong seemed to understand something, looked down, there was a dagger stuck in his chest, only the beautifully decorated silver handle was exposed, he closed his eyes, and slowly turned around, the once familiar pretty face had complex emotions, and his eyes were wide open.

Mu Yun'er panicked, she is a replica, to be precise, she is a clone, the real Mu Yun'er was imprisoned in the dungeon by the demon lord Mostima, she followed the will of the demon lord to become a demon general under her command, and swept away all the enemies that blocked the demon lord's plan, although she has the same memory as the original Mu Yun'er, but it is just a memory, I just know that Zheng Dong has been very good to her since she was a child, the two are childhood sweethearts, and she has no emotional foundation with Zheng Dong as a clone, but -----

When Zheng Dong hugged her warmly, at that moment she felt the taste of being loved, she had never experienced it, that sincere, warm, hot love, this feeling was very wonderful, from her being copied, every day she experienced only cold, the cold eyes of the Demon Lord, she also looked at those respectful subordinates coldly, even if most of the underground environment was the heat of the red flame, she did not feel the slightest warmth, Zheng Dong's hug and kiss almost melted her iceberg-like cold and strong will.

Barely soking up from that intoxicating consciousness, she didn't hesitate to pull out the dagger at her waist and stab it diagonally into his chest, a little off her heart, if she had done it before, she would never have made such a low-level mistake, and when she started, it was Zheng Dong who hugged her hard again, and it was that damn warm feeling of love, and her hands trembled.

Her dagger is slender and thin, and enemies who have been stabbed by her in the past often have to wait a while to realize that they have been mortally wounded. Zheng Dong was no exception, but his first reaction was to protect himself behind him, and she suddenly felt uncomfortable in her heart, and when Zheng Dong turned around, her clear eyes were full of sadness, and her heart was even more panicked, seeing that he had no intention of attacking, he spread out his hands and took a step towards her, obviously wanting to hug her again.

Mu Yun'er hurriedly took two steps back, and with one foot in the air, she lost her balance and fell into the abyss!

The green tendons on Zheng Dong's forehead burst out, and there was a dagger on his chest, his face was flushed, he clenched his teeth, and seemed to try his best not to let himself faint, his expression was so real, Mu Yun'er, who was falling, suddenly realized that the person also jumped down and stretched out a hand to her, the love in the depths of his memory was fully activated at this moment, and he was willing to fall into the abyss with me, Mu Yun'er thought so in her heart, and a crystal teardrop overflowed from the corner of her eye.

Zheng Dong and she were both left in mid-air, one of his hands grabbed Mu Yun'er's hand, but his ankle was grabbed by another person, Zheng Dong, who was originally determined to die with Mu Yun'er, raised his eyes and saw the master.

"Hurry up, I can't support it, cough cough -----" If he wasn't seriously injured, the killing god wouldn't wake up, but that blow, after all, still didn't control his strength, and almost all his skills were abolished, making him the same as an ordinary person, and he was still an old man.

The hope of life was ignited again, and Zheng Dong shouted: "Master, hold on, I want to save her." ”

He turned his head to Mu Yun'er and said solemnly: "Yun'er, don't let go, we may only have one chance, I'll throw you up." You ready? Without waiting for Mu Yun'er to answer, he turned around and shouted, "Master, let's swing a little, your old man hold on." ”

Due to his vigorous exercise, the position of the dagger began to drip blood, most of which fell on Mu Yun'er's dress, and one of them fell on the center of her eyebrows, as if adding a bright plum blossom to her delicate face, she smiled poignantly, pointed to the center of her eyebrows, and then pointed to the position of her heart, "Brother Dong-----"

"Give me that hand, your hand is too slippery for me to grasp." Zheng Dong felt a burst of dizziness, he bit the tip of his tongue and tried to stay awake, his mouth full of fishy sweet taste.

"Love you."

Mu Yun'er's hand that was caught was in the palm of her hand, without her back-scratching, her hand was even more slippery, and it quickly came out of Zheng Dong's hand, her beautiful and clean smile was full of warmth, with a hint of nostalgia in her eyes, and her clothes were fluttering, like a fairy flying towards the blood-colored remnant sun, blending in, turning into a fiery red sunset.

Zheng Dong was completely awake, the injuries on his body were no longer painful, blood continued to flow down his cheeks and arms, and his eyes were full of bloodshots, locking her figure tightly until it disappeared.

"Yun'er! Yun'er! Ah------h

He roared frantically, and the dagger in his chest withdrew an inch.

Suddenly, his feet were lifted, and the killing god directly lifted him onto the railroad tracks, and then fell to the ground with him, panting for breath accompanied by a violent cough, Zheng Dong stared and searched around, muttering in his mouth, "Yun'er, Yun'er." ”

"Smack!" With a resounding slap, Zheng Dong recovered from his state of distraction, he saw the person in front of him clearly, and asked blankly, "Master?" ”

"Ha, stinky boy, finally thought, ahem, think of me? Alas-----" After saying that, he fell on his back.

Zheng Dong hurriedly got up, knelt beside him, and shook the killing god who had just passed out unconscious, "Master, Master, wake up." ”

"Good ----- good ------。" The killing god opened his eyes, his spirit seemed to be better, he no longer coughed, he said slowly: "Your current cultivation is higher than that of the master, you are my only apprentice, I have no children, you are my child, you have a future, I am happy, and I am relieved, I am going to find your master, you have to take care of yourself in the future." ”

"Master, don't say that, I'm your son, is this the whip of the master?" Zheng Dong took out the silver long whip found in the ice coffin and handed it to his eyes.

The killing god stroked the whip, smiled and said: "Leave it to you, make a thought, she is impatient, look at your master, or that temper -----"

The old man smiled brightly like a child, and his hand pointing to the sky suddenly stopped moving.