She was so angry that she didn't have time to distract herself.

The situation at this moment made her a little too busy to take care of herself.

The enemy is outnumbered, and all of them are very strong.

Even though Zhuohua's speed was fast enough, he still inevitably suffered many injuries.

The silver-haired man didn't seem to want to deal with Zhuohua directly, he seemed to prefer to look at Zhuohua's struggling but never able to escape from the palm of his hand, and take pleasure in it.

Zhuohua vomited blood from the bottom of his heart, and kept praying that his bad taste would last longer.

In this case, perhaps, they will be able to hold out until the arrival of reinforcements.

However, the cut wound on his body hurt terribly.

The fan in the silver-haired man's hand didn't know what it was made of, but it looked like it was just a folding fan made of ordinary and elegant paper. Yet it's hard and sharp. Her wounds were bubbling black and looked terrifying.

"That's not going to work?"

The man couldn't help but laugh as he looked at Zhuohua, who was kneeling on one knee in embarrassment.

Zhuohua held the ground with his sword, and his body kept trembling.

The pain made her shiver all the time.

"What to do?" The silver-haired man snapped the folding fan in his hand shut, and then hid in front of Zhuohua, picking her chin with the fan.

"If you can't do it so soon, then I don't want to continue playing, otherwise, I'll send you to Huangquan?"

Zhuohua's heart sank, she didn't feel that the unpredictable man in front of her was joking with herself.

She stretched out her hand and slapped the other hand's hand away with a "snap". Struggled to stand up.

The morning sun was buzzing, and it was also anxious by the situation at this moment.

But there was nothing he could do, and when Zhuohua's life was seriously in danger, Chaoyang couldn't risk scrapping to the death.

It's also that Zhuohua's current strength is still too low, so Chaoyang's ability has been suppressed a lot because of Zhuohua.

"Yo, can you still stand up?"

The demon smiled contemptuously, his voice cold.

"But what to do? I don't want to play with you anymore. ”

A silver light flashed, and Zhuohua was overturned by an inexplicable force and flew out, and then fell heavily to the ground.

After that moment, there were countless wounds on her body, some of which were already visible to the bone.

Tears of burning pain poured outward.

At this moment, she is like a punctured blood bag, constantly bubbling blood outside. But in an instant, the color of the land below him had become bright red.

Zhuohua knew that he was already meat waiting to be slaughtered on the board. Her heart was desolate.

It's not that she hasn't worked hard, it's not that she hasn't fought desperately. However, they are always cornered.

For the first time, she felt that being alive could be such a tiring thing.

At that moment, she thought a lot, thinking of her happy childhood in the orphanage, thinking of the busy and hard life when she grew up, thinking of the restlessness and hesitation when she first arrived in this world, thinking of the family affection that her parents here made her feel, thinking of the hardships she experienced along the way, and the friends she knew......

I heard that before people die, they unconsciously recall their lives.

Is she dying?

Negative emotions slowly crept up her brain, eroding her nerves.

Wouldn't it be nice to die like this?