As soon as the words fell, the sword slashed at her without hesitation, cutting her major artery!

"Ah Jiu ......"

"Nine ...... of power"

The two voices shouted in unison.

One is higher, the other is weaker, but with the same horror and sharpness.

In an instant, blood gushed out from Fu Ying's neck, and many of it splashed on the corner of Xia Fanyin's skirt.

Xia Fanyin's pupils contracted for a while, and he couldn't tell whether it was because of the sudden blood in front of him, or because of the affectionate "Ah Jiu".

Her nails were almost embedded in the flesh of her palms, but she didn't feel any pain.

Panicked and trembling, but her whole person seemed to be out of her body, unable to dominate her body or perceive everything in the outside world.

Fu Ying still maintained the posture of begging for mercy just now, her eyes widened as if she was about to stare out of her sockets, and the pain swept through her body from the place where her neck was cut, she opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but finally couldn't say a word.

The tears in the corners of her eyes were still sliding down her face, smashing on the blood on her body, silently blurring.

Is she going to die?

Unexpectedly, she would die tragically for such a reason.

Knowing this, shouldn't she have come?

[Something happens, you must be the one who dies first.] 】

In my mind, what Xia Fanyin said to her when she came echoed again, and it became a prophecy.

Fu Ying moved her lips stiffly, laughing at herself, what does the love and hatred of these people have to do with her, no matter who the person in his heart is, it is not her after all, she is just an inconsequential cannon fodder, why did she put her life on the line for this?

Why, didn't she figure this out earlier?

People, they are all cheap.

Fu Ying finally closed her eyes slowly, thinking back on her life, it was really ridiculous.

Quan Tianjiu swept over the dead corpse expressionlessly, his gloomy and cold face was still unwavering, even indifferent and indifferent.

Xia Fanyin took his eyes off Fu Ying with difficulty, and then turned around and left without even looking at him.

"Stop!"

At the moment when she turned around, the sword in the man's hand was suddenly aimed at her!

The sharp sound of the wind carried the broken hair in her ears.

Xia Fanyin shook and paused slightly.

For a moment, she felt ridiculous, and even thought she was hallucinating.

But when she turned to the tip of the sword, which was as sharp as clay, she knew that it was not an illusion, it was real.

Xia Fanyin's pupils shrank, and his fingers trembled unconsciously, "What, am I going to die too?" ”

When she came here, when she saw that woman, she had thought about it seriously, and as long as he explained, she would listen.

I even thought that they might quarrel, they would have a cold war, and they would fight-for-tat.

But what she never expected was that things would evolve into such a situation, from the expected-for-tat confrontation to the drawing of the sword - the pillow person who was laughing and scolding yesterday with his ears and temples grinding was actually pointing a sword at her at this moment.

Her whole body was cold, like falling into an ice cave.

But she looked at him unusually calmly.

The man's dark eyes stared at her tightly, "What are you doing here?" ”

Xia Fanyin adjusted for a long time, and the corners of her mouth finally curved into the most harmonious and decent arc, "I really shouldn't have come, I'm sorry for trespassing into the realm you are forbidden to enter." ”

Quan Tianjiu's thin lips pursed into a straight line, and the hand holding the sword was faintly white, "Who asked you to come?" ”

It's just that Xia Fanyin didn't pay attention, and looked at him expressionlessly, "Haven't you already killed you?" ”