The man finally stopped when he approached him. He sneered and looked at the mansion not far away, his ugly face more vicious than a snake and scorpion.

He seemed to hesitate in his heart for a long time before he lowered his head to look at the defeated of this small subordinate, and faintly told him what he meant.

He had only spoken a few words, and he couldn't hear them clearly in the whistling rain. Poinsettia Plum roughly understood, but then came a more bone-chilling cold.

The person in front of him, his blood relatives, and his wife, were actually the elves who were killed together during the Elven Rebellion.

He is a half-breed who has survived since then.

The cold night rain was pouring down, and the poinsettia plum was roaring in her ears.

He said that in that year, he first learned that his mother had been killed by them, and wanted to arrange for his wife to hide to save her life, but they also found out. Just before he was about to rush back, his wife, simply because of her blood, left him forever.

He said that he had made every effort to find out the enemies who had killed his relatives back then.

He lost everything he had. Therefore, he wants to take full revenge on them for his resentment.

Raindrops hit Poinsettia Plum's face like cannonballs. His heart was like ashes, and his whole body seemed to have been drained of all his strength.

He wasn't afraid of death. But at this critical juncture, he rarely trembled, and he wanted to live.

There is no other reason. Behind him, in that tiny house, there was his wife and children who were about to give birth.

If he can't find the midwife, both mother and son may be in great danger!

He fell to his knees like a lost dog, pleading with tears in his eyes. He can't die yet, he begged the person in front of him, even if he let him take a look at the safe mother and son, and then cut him with a thousand knives, he didn't complain!

Waterfall rain slid down the back of his head to his cheeks, mingling with rolling tears.

The man was slightly stunned at first. It was like a bronze statue, but he quickly recalled his calamity, and the expression on his face instantly turned iron-blue, and the anger visible to the naked eye drove him to Poinsettia Plum.

He slowly lifted one foot, smiled miserably, and slowly stepped on his head, crushing it heavily.

Poinsettia did not resist, if he could spare his life for this moment, even if he suffered this great humiliation, he would not be excessive.

But, apparently, the man did not intend to let him go.

He ravaged Poinsettia for a moment, gradually getting bored. Then he kicked him lightly and kicked him tumbling in front of the house.

Poinsettia plum is covered in mud and scars, and her life is on the verge of dying, but she never dares to forget her burden.

He stubbornly scrambled to his feet, but his legs could not support the weight of his body at all.

Looking at the filthy enemy, the man finally stopped hesitating.

He slowly raised his palm, and the terrifying vortex condensed into the air in an instant, like a twisted animal skin, with the smell of blood.

In this move, he asked a poinsettia plum to go to Huangquan.

Seeing in front of him, the man accumulated his strength for a moment, and finally pushed his cross arm, and the swirling evil qi flew like turbulence, heading straight for the poinsettia plum!

Poinsettia Plum suddenly felt the coercion of suffocation coming to his face, and he had no way to dodge.

Boom, the move detonated. The howling wind shattered the tile wall behind him, and the aftermath swept out a cloud of red blood, like the mud of the abyss of the night.

Blood and water suddenly sprinkled in the night, together with the chaotic rain, wrapped in despair, dripping on the face of Poinsettia Plum, in front of his eyes.

He was swept far away by the aftermath, his back slamming heavily against the shattered bricks, and a large patch of punctured blood flowed out.

But then came another familiar, limp body, which fell feebly on his chest. In an instant, the pungent smell of blood made the nerves of Poinsettia Plum ...... in an instant All collapsed.

Warm body, he immediately hugged her tightly. A tearing heartache rumbled through his mind, and the gurgling blood was diluted by the night rain and stained his body.

Flawless!!

He cried hoarsely, weeping blood, and his eyes were buzzing and screaming in the dark.

He didn't know how she had overcome the pain to get here, and he didn't have time to think about it. His mind was full of flaws and was about to die, his mind was full of fear, he felt fear that he had never felt before, he didn't dare to think about it!

The pain ran down his spinal cord, but he couldn't feel it like wood. His face twisted in despair, and his hands, though weak, could not move at all.

He hugged Jiurufang, he could feel the warm fluid flowing from her abdomen, the heat flowing to his body, but her limbs were getting colder and colder, and through the blur, he could see that her lips were slightly curled, but they had already turned pale.

He yelled her name over and over again. His throat was filled with bloody slime, and he grew hoarse to the point where he couldn't scream.

But the kindest person in front of him was unexpectedly calm, just staring at him motionlessly as usual, and his expression seemed to be frozen, but it was still the slightest tenderness.

Somehow, the man never came. But Poinsettia doesn't care about anything anymore, even if he comes to take his life now, he won't resist.

The rain continued to beat their cheeks and drip down their chins into the muddy broken bricks.

Shiye seemed to fall silent, though it was still the roar of the rolling wind and rain, but the poinsettia plum could not be heard, and only the sound of flawless breathing seemed to be left in his ears, and the hoarse muffled sound coming from his throat.