The light was bright, the man's eyebrows and eyes were angry, his thin lips were pursed to reveal the master's displeasure, and his slender fingers held her hand in the palm of his hand, with pity.

This action made Yin Wushuang's heart palpitate.

Her red lips lightly opened: "After you left, the resurrection scepter was born, and I got the resurrection scepter and the earth spirit, and then they were both taken away by the so-called god lord." When God wanted to kill me, Xuanyuan Qianqian came in time to save me, at the cost of losing the child in her womb. The Lord ordered me to leave the Northern Alliance within ten days, or I would probably die. ”

"The god master of the Celestial Cult?" Jun Xie's deep ink eyes swept over the anger, and he imprinted a kiss on the back of Yin Wu's hands, and said in a low voice: "It's my fault." The Resurrection Scepter was born, and no Grim Reaper could leave Hell, and he could not participate in anything with the Resurrection Scepter. ”

He took out a bottle of potion and fed it to Yin Wushuang: "This is the antidote to the poisonous gas of hell, you take it first, rest well, and I'll take care of the rest." ”

Jun Xie went to hell in order to get the flower of hell, and Xie Yin Wushuang was poisoned by Mentor Jessica in St. Petersburg.

After taking the antidote, Yin Wushuang leaned against the head of the bed.

She knows that Jun Xie's ability cannot be underestimated, and she also knows that this is the Northern Alliance.

"I don't think you're fit to meddle in this." Yin Wushuang slowly spoke: "You are the god of death, and the other party is the Heavenly God Sect, which are two diametrically opposed opposites, and they will move the whole body with one shot." ”

Hearing this, Jun Xie got up slightly and straightened out Yin Wushuang's slightly messy bangs.

The gentle touch from the fingertips made Yin Wushuang nostalgic.

He said softly: "He dares to touch you, he is asking for my life, since he wants my life, I have to tell him that he can't afford my life." Wushuang, sometimes, I really wish you could be a little more selfish and think a little more about yourself. ”

"......" Yin Wushuang pursed his lips, looked at Jun Xie's eyes, and smiled: "If I were really selfish, would you still like me like this." ”

Jun Xie smiled helplessly: "It's okay, I said, you won't feel sorry for yourself, I feel sorry for you." ”

At the beginning, he made such a promise and carried it out to the end.

His woman, of course, has to make him feel distressed.

At this moment, the nurse pushed open the door and saw someone, and was stunned: "Is there a patient here?" Sorry to interrupt, can you take out your hospitalization ......"

Yin Wushuang opened his mouth and was about to speak, when behind the nurse, a male doctor wearing a mask walked up.

Through the mask, the male doctor's voice seemed to be covered with a veil, and he couldn't distinguish it: "She is a patient who has made an appointment with me, you don't have to worry about it here, continue to make rounds." ”

"Yes, doctor." The nurse didn't think much of it and left.

Yin Wushuang and Jun Xie stared at the male doctor for a moment, not for any reason, just for his strong angelic aura.

This angelic breath, higher than the fat priest, higher than Sophia, seems to be ...... Second only to the Divine Lord!

"Who's coming?" Jun Xie stood up, and the protective barrier of the Golden Spirit instantly enveloped Yin Wushuang, and his eyes were sharp.

The space began to fluctuate, and the giant Scythe of Death appeared, black lightning entrenched in it, and the battle intent surged.

"If you don't show your true face, the next person to take off your mask is the forensic doctor or police officer who came to perform the autopsy."

Yin Wushuang was injured because of the Divine Lord, the Divine Lord led the angels, and the one who came was an angel with a high level of cultivation.

These causal relationships made Jun Xie's tone full of cold murderous aura.