Jiang Han Bai Lusheng 62
Lan Shuang was about to collapse, she wanted to let go of the sword, but Jiang Lusheng's hand holding her was too tight, and she couldn't break free.
Her eyes were blurry, she couldn't see anything clearly, she tried to blink her eyes to blink her eyes so that she could see Jiang Lusheng's face clearly, but no matter how hard she tried, the tears kept flowing, falling and overflowing.
"I can't, Jiang Lusheng, you can't be so cruel!"
Jiang Lusheng's other hand trembled and stroked her face, "But I don't want to die in the hands of others, and I don't want to be eroded by demonic energy, becoming neither human nor ghost, frost, you can fulfill me." β
"I want to die at your hands."
The softer his voice, the more pain in Lan Shuang's body, he couldn't tell where it hurt, he only felt a dense and piercing pain.
"Quickβ"
Jiang Lusheng trembled again, the green tendons on his neck bulged out because of the struggle, and the magic patterns spread to all his limbs, even the back of his hand was not spared.
Lan Shuang took a deep breath and gritted her teeth and clenched the hilt of her sword.
888, who had witnessed everything, was speechless, and he nestled in his chair and bit his fingers and burst into tears.
Why is the world so cruel to lovers? The Demon God is so good, why does he have to bear all this?
It's so bitter, it's so painful!
"Frost, there's something I haven't told you all along." The magic lines on Jiang Lusheng's face suddenly faded a lot, and he was as handsome as before.
Lan Shuang looked at him in a daze, not noticing that Jiang Lusheng was holding her hand and turning the sword in a different direction.
His eyebrows and eyes were as gentle as water, tolerant and calm, "I really, love you very much, when I saw you for the first time in the waterhole, I seemed to be moved, and said that I would go back to hold a Taoist ceremony with you, but now it seems that I can only break my promise." β
When the words fell, Lan Shuang only felt that his hand suddenly moved forward, and Jiang Lusheng's sword pierced straight into his own heart.
"Noβ"
In an instant, everything in heaven and earth seemed to freeze, the roaring thunder could not be heard, the shouts of Venerable Qinghe could not be heard, and even other things turned into nothingness.
Lan Shuang looked at Jiang Lusheng in a daze, he smiled slightly, there seemed to be a thousand lights in his eyes, "I'm sorry." β
It was a moment late before Lan Shuang spoke, "Senior brother...... Jiang Lusheng...... Jiang Lusheng! β
"Ahββββh
Her terrible scream pierced through the sky, and the strange fire in her body suddenly burst out, and after falling to the ground, the prairie rose up, and the flames burned the sky.
Venerable Qinghe slowly stood up and turned his back, the confinement on his body was untied the moment Jiang Lusheng's heart was pierced, but it was too late.
I cried for too long, and the tears dried up, and what came out was blood.
Lan Shuang hugged Jiang Lusheng's slippery body and slowly fell to the ground, she closed her eyes, and the blood and tears fell on Jiang Lusheng's eyes, coinciding with his original mole, and it didn't go away for a long time.
"Don't cry, if there is an afterlife, I will definitely not let you ...... again Sad ......"
His raised hand slipped weakly, the blood overflowing from his lips stained his messy white hair, Lan Shuang couldn't cry anymore, she hugged the person in her arms tightly, and laughed low after a while, "Liar, you obviously make me even more sad." β
"It's me who is not good." The person in her arms suddenly lightened, Lan Shuang's eyes darkened, and she only felt that something warm had fallen on her lips, and then she was pushed, and her soul flew out of her body.
She looked at the two people on the ground who hugged each other tightly in a daze, and the dark red earth, the rolling red flames, became their foil. (End of chapter)