Zhu Rong raised his head in a daze, and with the girl's faint voice, he felt that the time condensed in the entire space began to rotate again.

The girl's eyelashes trembled slightly, and when she opened her eyes, the two beautiful eyes that were shining with brilliance finally fell into Zhu Rong's eyes again, and the young man was stunned and speechless for a while.

An unconcealable desire made Zhu Rong move his body and lean towards her.

Zhu Luan watched him quietly and did not move.

The two of them were very close to each other, and their eyes were facing each other, but the girl's eyes were as calm as ever.

Usually my daughter's family will have panic and shame, and there is nothing.

There is only calm.

Even if you just escaped death.

She gasped quietly.

Zhu Rong's originally turbulent heart seemed to have found a place to stay, and finally gradually calmed down.

Maybe it was because he was too tired, maybe it was because he couldn't believe it, maybe it was because these eyes were too beautiful, Zhu Rong didn't look away.

He looked at her in a daze, he had just experienced the ups and downs of his heart, and he only felt a little suffocated.

Here she is, alive, moving, talking.

The image of her lying there quietly as if she was going to sleep forever was still under his eyes, and now the girl in front of him who seemed to have come back from the dead looked too unrealistic.

Zhu Rong raised his hand and stretched out his hand towards Zhu Luan's face.

"You ......"

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the girl's cheek.

With a pop, blood spurted out of Zhu Luan's mouth and snaked down the girl's white cheeks.

A damp and hot sensation flowed down Zhu Rong's fingertips and onto his arm.

Then it turned into a golden flame and disappeared without a trace.

This time he only felt a little warm, no longer stinging.

Zhu Rong's whole person was agitated, he couldn't care about himself, looked at her pale face as white as snow, and asked worriedly, "Are you okay?" ”

Zhu Luan was still in a trance, blinked his eyes, heard the young man's voice, was a little surprised, and shook his head the next moment.

"I'm fine, I can't die." She said.

The blood on her cheeks turned into flames and vanished.

Zhu Rong's heart that was about to jump out finally returned to his stomach.

I always feel that staying with this woman, how many lives are not enough.

Zhu Rong was secretly slandering himself, and suddenly felt that his eyes fell on his **'s body and face.

"You've got your face in it, that's good." She complimented.

It's just that the whole person sank into the medicinal soup, if he hadn't stayed awake, it was estimated that it was really possible to drown in it, Zhu Rong thought in his heart.

The boy snorted and did not speak.

"So you look like this." Zhu Luan looked at Zhu Rong, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

What does it look like?

The medicinal soup was turbid, and there was no mirror in the clean room, so Zhu Rong couldn't see his current face, and only felt itchy in his heart.

"It's pretty good." Zhu Luan commented.

For the first time, he was praised for his appearance.

Zhu Rong was stunned, not knowing what to say.

Zhu Luan struggled to move his hand that was still dripping blood on the edge of the bath bucket, and held it with his other hand, and carefully put it down.

The bloodied hand hung weakly, and Zhu Luan calmly tore a strip of cloth from his body and tied the wound tightly.

Zhu Rong stared at the girl's movements with a good mistake, but felt that it was not a taste in his heart.

The girl's expression was extremely indifferent as she bandaged the wound, but her fingers trembled, as if she couldn't exert her strength.

"You ......" Zhu Rong was about to speak, when suddenly a bright light refracted on his eyes, and he reflexively closed his eyes.

A very clear and fierce wind brushed the tip of his nose.

A crisp clatter suddenly exploded in the room.

Zhu Yue's scream suddenly came from not far away!

"Big brother!"

Zhu Rong opened his eyes, his pupils shrunk.

A sharp dagger was pointed at his eyes, the tip of the sword less than three inches from his eyeball.

It was a familiar heavy sword that stood in front of him, holding the sword.

"Oh?" A man in black, dressed in black with only one pair of eyes exposed, held a short sword and squinted his eyes, revealing a hint of playfulness.

"Big brother! There are assassins! It's a practitioner! ”

Not far away, Zhu Yue's scream came again.

"What are you arguing about?" The man in black said, his voice sounding very young, with contempt in his voice, "I'll take care of your brother, I'll kill you, don't worry." ”

After saying that, the tip of his sword pressed down, Zhu Luan held the sword in one hand, and the heavy sword continued to tremble, like a leaf in the wind.

"I didn't expect to see people with such a fast reaction speed in such a place." The man in black looked at the girl in front of him.

"Could it be that they are soldiers who have been on the battlefield?"

The man in black restrained the contempt in his voice, looked at the bloody girl not far in front of him, and said calmly: "You obviously look like you have run out of oil and the lamp has run out, and you can still have such a reaction speed in this situation, only the soldiers in the border have this kind of physical instinct." ”

The man in black sneered, "But don't be happy too early, you don't seem to have a realm, your hands are still bleeding, even if your physique is different from ordinary people, you can still stay awake with a lot of blood loss, but if you flow for a long time, you will die." ”

"I'm not going to die." Zhu Luan replied.

"You're going to die soon." The man in black looked at Zhu Luan sympathetically and shook his head, "Your blood is about to run dry, and you met me again." ”

He put away the sword that stabbed at Zhu Rong, faced Zhu Luan, and made a gesture again.

Zhu Luan looked at this picture seriously, staring at the man in black's every move, staring at his sword, looking into his eyes, without listening to anything the other party said, when the tip of the man in black's sword moved slightly, the eyes of the streamer shone brightly.

Without waiting for the black-clothed man's sword to stab out, Zhu Luan dragged the long heavy sword with both hands, his body violently exerted force, desperately mobilizing the strength of his whole body, and stabbed forward!

The strip of cloth on the girl's wrist was dyed bright red, feeling the sword wind blowing in her face, looking at the dying girl who was desperate to fight for her life, the eyes of the man in black were filled with pity, and he was slightly shocked by the sword in one hand.

The sudden wind in the quiet basement was not the wave of qi stirred up by Zhu Luan's sword, but the sound of a more powerful force tearing apart the air, and the powerful coercion and true qi were released, instantly impacting Zhu Luan's fragile body. Zhu Luan only felt that his body was suddenly as heavy as lead, but the sword in the black-clothed man's hand was like a streamer, tearing through the night like lightning and stabbing straight to Zhu Luan's throat!

Did you encounter a mid-ascending killer at this time?

Feeling the cold trembling coming from the hundreds of limbs, and the sharp sword qi that had begun to make her chill before it came into contact, Zhu Luan had an ominous premonition in her heart, and understood that the hand of death had gently brushed the back of her neck again.

Only she knew what a hard struggle she had gone through to wake up when she had cut her veins and almost collapsed.

Now, every time she moves, it feels as if she is stepping on the edge of a knife.

Zhu Luan did not regret it, did not dodge, the tip of the sword was straight, and she was indomitable, because she knew that there was no way out, and it was only in vain to dodge at such a close distance, at this moment she could only move forward with her sword, piercing the boundary between life and death, and spelling out the last trace of life for herself.

Zhu Luan's sword was only an inch away from the center of the black-clothed man's eyebrows, and she completely ignored the breath of death near her throat, and threw her sword forward in desperation.

No matter how it is calculated, although Zhu Luan's heavy sword is longer than the short sword of the man in black, her choice has given her a desperate chance, but unfortunately, this last fight can only kill her own life, but it cannot hurt a single hair of her enemy.

Because she is no longer a practitioner.

Because the ascetic's sword is the fastest sword in the world.

With a pop, the sound of the tip of the sword entering the flesh was heard.

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