She looked at the sword in her chest with some blankness.

The light cyan blood astringently fell along the copper-blue sword, fell to the ground and bloomed into a blooming flower, and then disappeared without a trace.

The sword seemed to pass through something soft, dull and painful. But she didn't know if it was a real pain or a fake pain, after all, it didn't hurt before. The girl's first instinct was to flatten her lips and want to throw herself into his arms for comfort.

For a moment, she forgot that she still had a sharp sword in her chest, and when she moved slightly, she took a step and found a tingling pain in her chest.

"I used to want to taste the pain, but now that I have tasted it, I didn't expect it to be so unbearable." She was a little aggrieved, a pair of dark and smart eyes looked at him inexplicably, and her voice was a little inexplicably hoarse, "Shiro, my chest hurts so much." ”

A crack finally cracked in his expressionless face, the arm holding the sword softened, his lips fanned faintly, and there was hatred, contempt, and a looming pampering and pain in his eyes.

Suddenly, there was a loud thunderclap that exploded on the ground, and he shook his whole body as if he had been bewitched by someone, and a pair of bloodshot eyes glared at the girl viciously, and the rain flowed down his hair, flowing through his blood-red lips, spitting out a nightmare that he would never forget.

"You demon girl, water-based poplar, lowly and despicable, and you still want to use witchcraft to confuse me. You've killed so many people, why don't you catch them soon!"

As soon as he was ruthless, his bulging hand turned around, and it actually shattered a piece of things in his chest. That feeling was something she didn't experience.

The red blood suddenly flowed out with the emerald green vitality, and the girl's face was a little anxious, pointing to the red blood on her chest and screaming hoarsely: "Shiro, Shiro!" Look, I'm human! ”

He seemed to be stimulated by these reds, his sword eyebrows stood up, and he sent all the money in his hand into the girl's chest, and with a light turn of his wrist, he pulled out the sword, and his movements were crisp and neat, without dragging the mud and water. The red sword spikes on the hilt of the sword fell one or two jades, and in the sword light and sword shadow, a little starlight was refracted.

The girl snorted, two lines of tears rolled down, her face looked strange, as if she was happy and worried, a pair of clear eyes mixed with deep incredulity, and finally fell stiffly into the puddles of water accumulated on the potholed road, her big eyes staring at the gray sky, but there was no more color.

The torrential rain blurred the outline of the green mountain, and the girl was lying in a pool of blood, and the raindrops the size of beans hit the girl's delicate face.

Die with a grievance or everlasting regret.