"You have never smiled so good-looking in front of me, even not once, even if I die, there is still Brother Qing, I am relieved, although I don't like him, but, I still can't resist him...... "I can't resist him, I can't resist death, he did it for, you, I don't want to tell you, I'm afraid, I'm afraid that even this little bit of care is gone......

"Forgive me, selfish ......"

Mo Xiaomo crawled over and picked him up: "I don't blame you, not at all." You don't want to die! Can't, don't, die ......"

But the person in her arms had stopped breathing, and she pressed her throat with a heart-rending forbearance: "You, die!" She raised her blood-drenched cuffs, and the thrown away Ice Sword was automatically in her hands. With blood-red eyes, he walked towards Fuyao, who was still holding his sword and was obviously stunned. Without blinking an eye, he raised his hand and split her in two.

The blood that was sprinkled and the cold air emitted by the ice refining turned into ice in an instant, scattering and falling in all directions. A few drops flew across her cheeks, scratching blood marks. She squinted at her blood-colored blue eyes, the slightest trace of blood was dripping, and the slight itching on her cheeks made her uncomfortably stick out her tongue and lick it.

Hou Qing appeared behind her at some point, and her burning gaze seemed to pierce this blue-eyed woman with blood.

She turned around vigilantly with her sword, her eyes narrowing slightly when her eyes touched Hou Qing. His desolation with a few sparse eyes made her very uncomfortable. Mo Xiaomo turned around and looked down, only to see that the puppet ghost soldier had already taken shape, and his body moved slightly, bringing up a burst of blood and dust, and the entire inside of the large array began to shake violently, and the ground floated and rumbled.

A strong gust of bloody wind smashed into her face, and a huge undead puppet cracked through it, and a gray-haired man with a silver halberd flashed out of it. Even from such a distance, she could still feel that the man's bloodthirsty eyes were staring at her fiercely.

Her eyes rolled slightly, and a bad premonition arose in her heart, as if there was a voice in her heart, urging her to step forward. She carried the ice refinement, condensing the cold sword qi, and before she could swing it, the ice refining in her hand slid from her hand with a "poof".

She struggled to move her neck and looked at the man standing beside her, "Let go of me." He glanced at her and replied, "A few days ago, I went to chase the golden black bird, and I think I will come back in the near future." You just wait here, I'll deal with him, and I'll take you out to dinner. As soon as the words fell, he was about to fly down the clouds with the Stygian Flame in his hand.

Mo Xiaomo couldn't move, and shouted to him in a dumb voice: "Houqing, are you stupid?" He is a rive, the ancient god of war has not killed him, you are going to die~. ”

"Did you hear that, you come back, let's go back to Fuguang Mountain, let's go back, Mo Hua is dead, do you have to rush to death?" Hou Qing ignored her, and raised his hand to prop up a golden barrier around her, isolating the bloody wind and rain outside.

Mo Xiaomo's heart suddenly rose a sense of powerlessness, she could only tremble her throat, looked at his awe-inspiring back, and said softly: "Don't die, promise me, otherwise..."

Hou Qing glanced back at her shallowly, her blood-colored figure was reflected in her lilac eyes, and his lips were slightly raised, which was his usual playful smile. "Or else? What will happen? ”

yes, what else would she do?

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