Her ears had clearly recovered.

But in the next second, I couldn't hear anything with a buzz.

Su Bai put his arms around her, blood flowing, and her hands were stained with his blood.

Slowly, he collapsed and hugged her.

This picture is so familiar.

It's just that unlike 10,000 years ago, the one who protects her is her mother.

Now the one who is protecting her in front of her is the pearl of the night.

On that day, my mother fell, and her soul was scattered.

Today ······.

She looked up at him.

The bloody hole in his body that had been punched out of the flesh made a thunderous sound.

It's just that his indifferent expression hasn't changed in the slightest.

It's even in a trance, and he doesn't seem to be hurt.

Concubine Han Ling looked at it from a distance, and her eyebrows and eyes brought out a mocking smile

"Hey, this feeling of sacrificing his life to save people is really sad."

As the words fell, she raised the Thunderbolt Ion Gun in her hand again.

Once again, he aimed at Subai's back.

Her lips arced in an eerie arc.

"Let me see how valuable your feelings are."

Syllable!

The bullet was fired again.

Nan Ji's eyes shrank violently, but the speed of the bullet was too fast.

She only had time to raise her hand to hold his back, but she didn't move.

The bullet had pierced the back of her hand and struck Subai's body again.

This time, the bullet was buried in his body.

It's just that for some reason, there are no signs of lightning burning in Subai's body.

In the next second, the white body completely fell on her body.

She hugged people to death.

The tinnitus seems to have returned.

The shouting and fighting around me once again entered my ears.

Tick-tock, she was punched out of the back of her hand, and blood dripped down the white wound and onto his body.

The blood of the two men mixed and dripped to the ground.

The blood of the demon king, one drop, is enough for all things to live.

In the dirt that has been trampled repeatedly, green shoots bloom.

Looking down closely, at Nanji's feet, the place moistened by her blood was green.

I don't know if it's pain or what.

She shook her body, couldn't stand his weight, hugged him, and knelt on one knee.

The three thousand green silks were messy, the hairpins fell, the white clothes were dyed red, and the blood fell to the ground drop by drop along the fingertips.

The mask had long since broken and fell to the ground.

Her hair covered her cheeks, and she couldn't see what she was thinking.

I could only see the red and tender lips closing one by one.

"He's dead?"

A whispered voice, as if whispering in the ear.

Tongzi whispered

[Host, no longer perceivable his breathing.] 】

She held his hand and didn't let go.

On the contrary, the corners of the red and tender lips are curled

"Really?"

She murmured.

She put the man on the ground.

She slowly got up.

A bullet shot a hole in his right hand and still bleeding.

The white clothes had long been stained red with blood.

Her hair was scattered, and she raised her head to look at Concubine Han Ling opposite.

His dark eyes glowed with a faint chill.

Step by step, she walked forward.

I don't know if Concubine Han Lingfei was also inducted.

With a smile and a victorious attitude, he approached Nanji's side step by step.

The bells on her ankles jingled and the sound was crisp and pleasant.

As she walked, Nan Ji paused.

Tilt your head and look at your ankles.

The tattoo was glowing and there was a piercing pain at the ankle.

(End of chapter)