However, as soon as he opened his eyes, he was startled by the sight in front of him.

The tip of the sword with a chill was pointed at his throat, but it could pierce his neck at a fraction of a second.

Dong Ran's heart was shocked, and he couldn't help but staggered back a big step.

"You've lost."

Zhuo Hua's hand pulled back, and he carried the sword behind his back.

Her voice was low and expressionless. It was as if winning the game was nothing more than a trivial matter to her.

There was still a little distance from the burning of this pillar of incense, Dong Ran raised his head and looked at Zhuohua with some puzzlement.

"Why don't you kill me?"

He asked breathlessly, with a hint of urgency in his eyes.

He didn't understand, why was Ming Zhuohua able to take advantage of the victory to chase him to death, but he just let him go like this?

"Why should I kill you?"

Zhuohua glanced up at him lazily.

This glance made Dong Ran feel that she seemed to be just a humble ant in her eyes.

The more people you kill, the heavier the obstacles on your body, and although this is also a cycle of cause and effect, after all, the last time it didn't completely hurt your life.

Therefore, Zhuohua was also a little speechless about this. If she hurt her life last time, this time she will take revenge?

"I want you to make a demon oath that you will not trouble me from now on and will not hurt my life."

Although he could spare his life, Zhuohua also had to seek some protection for himself.

Dong Ran also knew in his heart that it was not easy for him to pick up a life today, and he also knew that if he didn't make an oath, he would not be able to step down unharmed today.

"Okay." Dong Ran nodded and agreed.

He raised his hand and said solemnly, word by word.

"I, Dong Ran, swear here today that in my lifetime, I will never trouble Zhan Zhuohua, and I will never do anything that will hurt Zhan Zhuohua's life. If this oath is violated, heaven and earth will be destroyed. ”

As his words fell, a dull thunderclap rang out in the sky, and then, a white light sank into his brow.

Zhuohua knew that this oath had come true.

In this case, she no longer embarrassed him.

After all, his tesuji was picked off by a sword of Chaoyang's grade, and it was almost impossible to restore it to its original state.

This can be described as an extremely heavy blow to a knife cultivator. More difficult for him to accept than death.

It's just that Dong Ran doesn't realize this problem now, because there are very few people who can see the Chaoyang grade.

With the establishment of the vow, the last bit of incense was burned.

"It's time!"

As this voice sounded, Dong Ran finally relaxed.

He was very embarrassed at this time, as if he had been fished out of blood, his hair was scattered and draped, and his tail was still knotted.

"Big brother!"

As soon as Dong Ran stepped down, Dong Ke rushed over in a hurry.

He held Dong Ran's crumbling body hard and carefully helped him to the side.

"Big Brother ......"

Dong Ke looked at Dong Ran worriedly, his eyes full of distress and resentment.

"Ahem, ahem." As Dong Ran kept coughing, the blood in his abdomen became more and more flowing.

"Don't be reckless for a while, if you can't beat it, you can admit defeat to her. The eldest brother can also see it, she just has some resentment in her heart, and she doesn't really want to hurt our lives. ”

"But you've been hurt like this by her!"

Dong Ke's eyes were red, and his tone was full of unwillingness.

Dong Ran sighed, reached out and patted the back of his hand.

"In the end, we can't live against people first."