"Why? Why you? Yi Zai couldn't hold back the anger in her heart, and she roared hysterically at Chaoyun, tears blurring her eyes.

Yun raised his head and laughed, his long floating hair brushed his cheeks, his face was hideous, tears swirled in his moist eyes, the hatred in his eyes was obvious, and he yelled, "Why? Then I'll tell you why now. Because of you, the glory that belonged to me has shrouded me, and I can only be a foil to you; Because of you, I can only be your subordinate forever, and I can only grow up under your brilliance; It's even more because the saint that originally belonged to me was snatched away by you. Haha•••• Only when you die will I be more valuable, only when you die can I redeem the holy heart and stay with him until the last moment of my life. Haha, Yi, you go die! Yun said that a pistol suddenly appeared in his hand and aimed it at Yi's heart, and pulled the trigger, "Bang!" ”

A silver bullet shot straight at Yi's heart, and Yi was powerless to hide, squinting her eyes, as if waiting for death to come and take her to a world without strife and bloodthirsty slaughter.

However, her hands, which were blocked behind her back, kept moving. Such a slight movement was not noticed by everyone present.

"Hahaha, you're finally dead! I'll never have to be your foil again! Yun looked at Yi's body on the ground, his face a little twisted, and he screamed.

"Ahem, really? Have you forgotten that my heart is biased? So carried away! Ahem. Yi seemed to think of something, and opened his dark eyes ghostly, glanced at Yun deeply, and the silver needle in his hand shot towards Yun and the others.

Everyone was caught off guard and fell to the ground one after another.

"You..." Yun looked at Yi lying on the ground in disbelief, and pointed his right index finger at Yi with hatred. If she could kill people with her fingers like Duan Yu, who knew the six-vein divine sword, I am afraid that Yi would have been broken into thousands of pieces by her 100 times.

"Thousands of calculations, but two wrong steps." Yun roared almost madly, "Wheez-first, I didn't expect you to be attacked by the long-lost Hell Gate's unique mastery, and second, I actually forgot that your heart is different from that of a normal person, and I didn't shoot you." ”

Yun used almost all his strength to barely hold on to saying so many words. His face began to turn pale, and the color of blood gradually faded.

"Humph! One step is enough to kill you a hundred times! Yi sneered.

"Ahem. You're still — the last — to win — home! Yun was furious, but had to admit that it was a fact. After speaking, he fell to the ground and did not wake up.

Yi, with his right hand tightly covering his left chest, dragged his body with difficulty, and approached the ink painting.

Xianyu's left hand gently rubbed on the painting, and her mouth whispered: "Sheng, I have succeeded." It's just..."A mouthful of dark red blood gushed out, and the graceful figure lay lightly on the magnificent ink painting, and the whole body just covered the woman in the painting, and the person and the painting seamlessly overlapped. A person is a painting, and a painting is a person. She seemed to be asleep gently, and her face was ruddy. If you didn't see the bright red blood flowing from your chest, you would really think that Yi was the woman in the painting.

Suddenly, the golden light in the painting spread to the sky, and the bright blood red flowed rapidly, gradually enveloping the woman's body, outlining a vivid life-size painting.