Chapter 162: I'm going to die anyway, so it's more comfortable to die
Blood is splashed and bloody.
Jing Wei's eyes widened, she raised her hand to cover her mouth, and her screams were about to burst, but she suppressed them again.
It's quiet.
Xuan Ling kicked the corpse of the man in front of him away, and the blood-stained dagger in his hand wiped over the corpse's clothes, and then, he slowly stood up, stepped into a pool of blood, and walked towards Jingwei.
Quietly and subconsciously retreated, step by step, staggering and mechanical.
There was a smile on the corner of Xuan Ling's lips, but the pupils became more and more dark and deep, and the chill was sensitive.
Jing Wei's mind went blank, and gradually only one thought surfaced, escape!
Xuan Ling looked at the little girl wrapped in a bulky down jacket who was running as fast as a rabbit in an instant, wanting to slip away from his eyes.
The frightened soul was about to fly, but in this short half a minute, he came back to his senses and wanted to escape.
It's a bit bold.
It's just that no matter how bold you are, it's just the difference between dying a few minutes early and dying a few minutes later.
For the first time in her life, Jingwei ran so fast, the mountain wind was fierce, cutting her face like a knife, and the scarf had already been scattered and simply discarded.
There were no footsteps behind her, and she was so exhausted that she stopped and almost staggered to the ground, snorting and panting violently, her heart beating fast as if it was about to burst out of her mouth.
Jing Wei pressed her heart, regardless of the image sitting crookedly in the snow, just raised her hand to comb her messy hair, breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly a long figure appeared in her eyes, Jing Wei only felt that the blood in her whole body instantly coagulated, and the hairs on her back seemed to stand up......
In the cold air, there was a murderous atmosphere, Jing Wei supported the ground with both hands, and his ten fingers dug into the frozen mud, but he couldn't stand up with all his strength.
Xuan Ling lowered his eyes and looked at the little girl's face that was white and bloodied because of extreme fear, and suddenly hooked her thin lips and smiled.
But the way he laughed was a little more impressive than not laughing.
The blood splashed on his face was wiped away, but the corners of his eyes, the side of his face, but there were sharp scars clearly appeared, and in the cold winter weather, he only wore a black shirt and trousers, and his military boots stepped on the mud, step by step, approaching her.
He traveled thousands of miles, killing people invisibly, never thought that he would die in the future, but he was folded here today, but he was accompanied by beauty, but he could also be blinded.
Jing Wei didn't know why this person came out of nowhere in front of her to block the way, but what she clearly knew was that she really couldn't escape today.
God let her be reborn, she changed the fate of many people and changed her own fate and life pattern, she thought that this life was finally different, but she didn't expect to encounter such a bloody thing.
Jingwei suddenly wanted to laugh, she really laughed, laughed and laughed, and simply lay on her back in the snow and mud, and her body was much more comfortable to lie down, anyway, she was going to die, so it was better to die comfortably.
Xuan Ling's long eyebrows that were in the sideburns suddenly tightened, and then they unfolded silently.
Could it be that he is a madman?
But even if she was a madman, she would soon die.
Xuan Ling condescendingly looked down at the girl lying on the snow, the corners of her lips were still smiling, but tears were falling from her eyes.
With such an expression, it is easy to see what she is thinking, she is worried and reluctant to die, but she calmly accepts the fact that she will definitely die.
Xuan Ling bent down, the pair of phoenix eyes darkly floated with a small light, he spoke, but his voice was as gentle and beautiful as heaven: "Why don't I give you a chance, persuade me, and I'll let you live." ”
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