The white-haired Tu San knelt on one knee and supported his body with the ancient sword. At that moment, the ancient sword in his hand began to tremble again.

"Why? Why are you rebelling against me? Shouldn't you be grateful to me that I have given you enough power to destroy everything? The white-haired Tu San was a little puzzled.

At the same time, in his body, an illusory figure was constantly struggling, as if trying to break through the restraints of his body. The white-haired Tu San's expression also became extremely strange, one moment calm, the other painful struggle.

"Tu San ......"

Seeing this scene, Huang Rong was so distressed that she pushed me away and staggered to Tu San's side.

"Roll ......"

As soon as she touched the white-haired Tu San's body, she was thrown away by the other party and rolled on the ground several times.

Huang Rong refused to admit defeat, supported her body with one arm and got up, and slowly approached Tu San.

“…… It's me...... I'm Rong'er......"

Huang Rong smiled and looked at Tu San gently, she wanted to touch Tu San's face, but her hand was just halfway out, and the cold blade was against her throat.

"Get out of here!"

Tu San roared angrily, and his calm face finally changed, becoming a little crazy, a little distorted, and the two expressions could not be transformed on his face.

The illusory figure struggled even more, presumably Tu San was taking advantage of the demon's injury to find himself little by little.

Huang Rong completely ignored the tip of the sword against her neck, she looked at Tu San with tears in her eyes, stretched out her hand and approached a little bit, allowing the tip of the sword to pierce the skin and pierce into the flesh, and the pale red blood slid down the blade to the hilt of the sword.

At that moment, the ancient sword was trembling wildly.

"Why? Why are you pushing me?! ”

The white-haired Tu San covered his head, and his expression suddenly became painful: "I have obviously cut off the love thread, why am I still emotional!" No! No! It shouldn't be like this! ”

Tu San closed his eyes in pain, and when he opened them again, the white pupils suddenly turned into black pupils, but they quickly returned to snow white.

"Remember the night you proposed to me three years ago?"

Huang Rong hoarsely voiced and said with a smile: "You stand stupidly downstairs in my house, many people look at you like fools, but you don't care, I don't care." ”

"When you looked up at me that day and said you would marry me, you laughed and I cried...... Tu San...... You're not going to give up, are you? ”

Huang Rong pressed her throat against the blade of the sword to get close to Tu San, and when her hand stroked Tu San's face, the ancient sword had already penetrated her neck.

With her neck at its center, a layer of frost began to condense at a rate visible to the naked eye.

"Say no more! I don't care about you! ”

The white-haired Tu San's expression became crazy, and his eyes were sometimes snow-white, sometimes pitch-black, and they alternated repeatedly.

At this moment, the frozen corpse king suddenly moved.

The ice on his body seemed to be affected, and cracks appeared, like cracks in spider webs that began to spread at a speed visible to the naked eye.

With a "click" sound, the ice shattered.

The moment he broke free, the Corpse King quickly raised his hand and faced Tu San.

And at this moment, Tu San was completely in chaos and struggling, and he didn't notice it at all.

Before its nails, like steel knives, pierced Tu San's chest, a graceful figure once again blocked in front of Tu San's body.

The three-inch-long black nails pierced from Huang Rong's back and chest, and in the next second, a bloody heart was grabbed by the corpse king in his hand, leaving Huang Rong with a hole the size of a bowl.

Huang Rong is a mutant zombie, and her body is damaged, which is not fatal to her, but if her heart is destroyed, then she is left with only a dead end.