Time passes little by little, and the time to get out of the "protective circle" is getting closer and closer.

Zhuohua's hands clenched slightly, and she began to strain her breathing.

"What should I do?" Luo Yang's hand tightly grasped the corner of Zhuohua's clothes, crumpling the hem of her clothes.

Zhuohua wanted to comfort her not to worry, but at this moment she was not at ease in her heart, she pursed her mouth tightly, and her face was heavy.

"It's too late." Ah Yao's voice suddenly came, almost sending Zhuohua away in place.

"Let's go." Zhuohua instructed, "As soon as you go out, you should retreat quickly, although the possibility of being able to run away is not very high, but you still have to try your best." ”

A lot of the plots that I remembered before have been forgotten, and many of the deep memories have long been unrecognizable.

Zhuohua didn't know how big the plot could be for her little butterfly, and she wasn't sure if she would survive the end of death.

This threat was like a dagger hanging from her skull, which could kill her at any moment, and she had to be terrified all the time.

In the original plot, the time of her death seems to be approaching. She didn't want to accept her fate, but she still had a nervous feeling that fate was holding her throat.

The slightly oppressive feeling slowly dissipated, and everyone knew that it was proof that the protective film had been removed.

"Let's go!"

Zhuohua gave an order, and the three of them fled quickly.

Out of the city, Zhuo Hua keenly felt that not only did he have a small tail behind him, but also a strange aura appeared around him, as if he was centered on himself, and he was moving closer to him in all directions.

This aura is full of murderous aura, and you don't need to think about it to know that the person who is coming is not good.

Zhuohua's breathing became a little short, and the depression in her heart made her want to curse a little.

"Brush!"

A sharp blade burst through the air, almost slashing against Zhuohua's arm.

Zhuohua can be avoided, quite embarrassed.

"It's demonic energy."

Ah Yao yelled, and his temples jumped and jumped with a shocking voice.

"I know." Zhuohua stood firm, his face solemn.

"It's not good, you have to be careful."

Su Jinxuan fell to Zhuohua's side and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that she was fine.

Luo Yang wanted to say something, but seeing that Zhuohua's face was so ugly, he swallowed the words back from his mouth.

It was too late for the three of them to leave, and all the "people" around them had already arrived.

These "people" were expressionless and slaughtered.

Zhuohua suddenly felt breathless.

Luo Yang's footsteps moved, and he couldn't help but lean in the direction of Zhuohua.

"Little girl, if you give me what you have gotten, how about I spare your life?"

The crowd gradually parted, and a silver-haired man walked out slowly with a fan.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a smile.

It's just that the smile is really not kind, but has a cold feeling.

Zhuohua seemed to see a poisonous snake spitting a letter staring at him.

"I don't understand what you're saying." Zhuohua's face remained unchanged, but his steps took a step back.

"Don't play dumb with me."

The man snapped and closed the fan in his hand, releasing coercion towards Zhuohua.

Zhuohua blushed, gritted his teeth tightly, and desperately controlled himself not to kneel.

"I've said it all, I don't know what you're talking about."

Her hands clenched into fists, and she didn't beg for mercy because of the man's threat.

"Huh." The man chuckled.

"Oh? Is it? ”