Fourth Counterattack Plane: The Love of the Immortal Corpse King64
After a long time, I heard Houqing, and a familiar and clear voice came: "Huahua, I can't help myself." ”
"Can't help yourself? Hehe~, the legs are long on you, you can save whoever you want, I can't control it, and I don't want to care about it! Get out of the way! After saying these words, Mo Xiaomo didn't look at Hou Qing, who was a little pale because of these words, she held her sword and gasped heavily. The hoarse voice was blood-red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I said, get out of the way!" ”
She was originally the goddess who controlled the ice, and when she slashed and killed the puppet, the sword qi she urged was frozen and snowy, and she was roasted by the karmic fire of Houqing's Eight Desolations, and they turned ice into rain and fell. In the sky above the Qiankun Killing Array, the blood mist was filled with thunder. The pouring rain poured down, and in the curtain of rain, the blood stains on her face were washed away.
Fang Cai's sword, since the time it was cut out, was stored with the power to kill Fuyao, the sword light was strong, and it was beaten back by Hou Qing with full sword energy, and it was all suffered by herself. Now it seems that because of Fang Cai's words, it is too sonorous and powerful. When it came to the wound, I didn't feel anything when I ambushed the demon puppet before, but I just breathed a sigh of relief, and it was painful.
She coughed a few times suppressed, Hou Qing frowned and brushed Fuyao away and wanted to step forward, but was grabbed by the frightened Fuyao and shouted tremblingly.
She raised her hand to wipe her face, squinted her eyes that had been surging hot, and looked at Hou Qing. I don't know if I killed too many enemies, and there was blood red in front of me, Mo Xiaomo seemed to see Hou Qing's miserable face a little miserable from this blood red.
Heh, miserable? She must have seen it wrong, a person as cold and casual as him, even if the sky falls, he won't lift his eyelids. He left her in his own hands and helped her transform into a shape, most of the fun ingredients are in the middle, no matter how high the favorability value is, it can't withstand the screams of the heroine, she should be miserable and desolate.
Seeing Houqing, who was still unmoved, she stared at Fuyao with blood-red eyes, and said fiercely: "I will definitely kill her today." Master, if you still want to stop me, then don't blame me for not being a lecturer and tearing my face with you! ”
Looking at Mo Xiaomo, who was walking towards her step by step with a sword, he trembled and screamed: "Don't come here, you madman, you can't kill me, if you kill me, Mo Hua won't be able to live, half of his divine power is controlled by me, if I blow myself up this half, he won't be able to live!" ”
Mo Xiaomo stopped, his long sword propped up on the ground, and two words squeezed out between his angry words: "You dare!" Although she was still trembling, she was obviously calmer, she let go of Hou Qing's sleeves, and said calmly: "Now, Mo Hua just fainted to death, if you dare to kill me, I will blow myself up and die with you!" ”
The blood from the corners of her eyes flowed out and was washed away by the rain, Mo Xiaomo ignored her. She blinked effortlessly, dragged the long sword in her hand, and took another step forward. smiled and said: "It's good to end up together, if Mo Hua dies, I won't live alone." Everyone is a god, life and death depend on the success or failure of the sky, whether you live or not, whether you die or not, it is better to look down. ”
If Mo Hua were dead, I would not be alone. 'Hehe~, in the end, is he self-inflicted? Hou Qing looked at the girl with a face full of blood and tears and a miserable smile. He dodged in front of Mo Xiaomo, who walked beside him.
"Do you blame me for not rushing to save you?" Hou Qing's face was as pale as paper, and he stared at her with a frown.
"Strange? Hahaha~, why blame?! Who am you, and why should I blame you? You're just my teacher......" Before the words were spoken, Hou Qing, who was pale, was dragged into his arms.
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