Chapter 79: Your Highness, Don't Be Black! (20)
The tumbling ink clouds set off the red clothes, and the wind blew the red clothes flying, like a kite off the string.
His eyes were filled with water, and Su Duyan retreated step by step until he hit the stone pile behind him.
Turning around and slapping it on it, blood flowed down the stone pile, shocking.
"Host ......"
Mo Erbao stretched out his little head and whispered, his little hands clutching the white clothes, and his eyes were full of water.
Tears in his eyes, he didn't want to, Jiang Kuo clenched his fists, but in front of him, only the young master could save the entire Immortal Mountain.
Seeing the red clothes fluttering to the ground, the heart of the pretending to be like a rock finally loosened, "Young master-"
With a shout, Jiang Kuo rushed forward and supported Su Duyan's slender body.
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He said, "I have my own measure. Therefore, I chose to believe him, but I gave away the entire mountain of corpses.
Jun Wuyuan, did I believe you wrong after all?
Tears fell, and the man slowly pressed himself with a bloodthirsty silver knife, his voice desolate, "As I said, you can only stay with me." ”
The silver knife entered the body, and the abdomen bloomed with clusters of blood flowers, and finally, did you kill me too.
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"Jun Wuyuan—"
Suddenly opened his eyes, tears broke on the embankment, and the cold slid down his cheeks.
Su Duyan took a big breath, this dream is so real.
"Young master."
Jiang Kuo's cold voice pulled back his consciousness, and his arm hurt, Su Duyan lowered his head, and while his pupils were frightened, he quickly dusted off the insects on his arm.
His eyes looked at Jiang Kuo silently, the corners of his pale mouth hooked, and he didn't say a word.
"I promised the master that I would guard the mountain of corpses."
Jiang Kuo clenched his fists, his slender lips pursed, and his silent pupils were destroyed.
As soon as the insect landed, it quickly turned into blood, Su Duyan looked at it firmly, the corners of his mouth were hooked, his eyes were transparent, and his voice was desolate.
"So you make your own decision?" Su Duyan lifted the futon and got up slowly, her muscles ached, but she tried her best to stay awake, "You don't believe me like this?" ”
The pupils of his eyes were dyed with water, "Jiang Kuo, I am the young master of the Immortal Mountain, and I am more willing than you to protect all living beings." ”
When the blood worm enters the body, it is fed by sperm blood, and when it matures, it will cut its wrist and get blood on the dead object, which will drive it into a puppet. If it touches a living creature, it will parasitize and suck blood.
Back then, his parents sought medical skills through the so-called wandering, and left the Immortal Mountain with their ruined bodies.
In the end, there were only two Blood Gu left.
"Host."
Mo Erbao moved his little short legs, pulled the door frame and watched the red clothes leave.
The nose is sour, it turns out that this is the joys and sorrows of the world, joys and sorrows.
"One, come here."
Jiang Kuo looked at the front with empty eyes, his heart was turbulent, he had never understood Jiang Linxian.
Mo Erbao sniffed, ran to Jiang Kuo, and hugged his thighs tightly, "Will he come back?" ”
The host has never been so out of shape.
"Yes."
The empty eyes slowly filled with tenderness, and gently touched Mo Erbao's hair, "He will come back." ”
For their sake, the young master will definitely come back.
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The sound of the rain filled his ears, Jun Wuyuan was dressed in a dark robe, the corners of his mouth were hooked evilly, his fingers were holding the flower painting wine cup, and his body was leaning lazily at will, looking calm and relaxed.
Jiang Linxian, the ends of the earth, where can you escape?
The curtain of the door was suddenly lifted, the cold wind swept in, and the candle flame went out.
The red clothes were drenched in the rain and stuck to their bodies wet.
"Come with me."
With hope in his eyes, Su Duyan stepped forward step by step, and the rain dragged the ground with a bleak taste.
The hand that was lightly clasping the edge of the table stopped, and the sharp pupils slowly opened......