Chapter 121: Blue Tears 12

At that time, the woman in her arms rolled freely under the vast sky and on the boundless grassland...... What kind of bliss should this be?

In the past, this was something that could not have been imagined.

The beauty of the little fairy back then, he came by force, and she avoided it; Xia Ji was in the dark magic before, and she would fight with him when she woke up......

How dare he believe that the woman he has loved for hundreds of thousands of years will one day fall with him on the grassland full of hibiscus flowers, rolling and having fun???

And she seems to be giving herself this hope......

He's hotter.

She's hot, too.

He was pleasantly surprised to find that her body was also heating up, affectionately, following his rhythm, just like a pair of men and women who are in love with nature, and some things come naturally......

The heat of his big hand almost melted her, and although the palm was still spread out in front of her eyes, the rapid breathing was already coaxed in her ear: "No snow...... No snow...... I...... I want to ......."

She was still staring intently at the world inside, the heat of his breath blowing in her ears, tickling, and she just laughed softly. He hurried, and the black cloak was about to be lowered to obscure a natural sealed room.

He couldn't wait to get to the meadow full of hibiscus, he had to be here, and he had to get his wish ......

"No snow...... No snow ......"

Her body almost fell with him, but she glanced at him, suddenly pushed his palm away, and sat up steadily.

Like a five-year-old girl, she sat on his lap, opened her eyes like a deer, caressed his cheeks curiously, and smiled more brightly than a peach blossom on her little face.

Now, the little man has already become a charming girl, and a wedding dress has added a fatal charm to her, he thought that in this life, she would never be able to touch him like this again, and smile at him, now, how can she not be overjoyed? What's more, she also quickly kissed him on the lips.

He was stunned. Really, it was she who took the initiative.

He grabbed her hand lightly with his backhand, so that the palm was firmly against his cheek, and he was stupid.

The approach of the Demon Slaying Sword, he didn't notice it at all.

Until the pain came, a stream of blue blood rushed out.

He was shocked to the extreme, and looked back incredulously, looking at the emerald green sword inserted in his vest, and the anger in Prince Chen's eyes—this anger was so calm, so steady—it was no longer the weak young Ji Wuhua of the past, but the generalissimo who had been tempered on the battlefield and reborn after the baptism of war.

He didn't know when he woke up, and he didn't expect that he would wake up, even the strange sword in his hand, which was definitely not owned by mortals.

At the beginning, Ji Wuxue killed him with a human broadsword, which could stab him in the heart, but he couldn't kill him.

However, Prince Chen's sword made him flow blue blood—the blood of demons, and it was only a color difference between it and humans......

But it means death, gurgling, fatal wounds, blood gushing out.

However, no amount of surprise could compare to his horror at the moment: the pair of jade hands that had gently caressed his face suddenly moved away.

In her hand, there was also an emerald emerald sword, accurate, silent, ruthless, calm, without the slightest hesitation, stabbing through his chest......