King Shura withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted, and glanced at the scar on his arm, where there were a little blue crystals, and the stinging sensation penetrated deep into the bone marrow, which was extremely uncomfortable, but he didn't even frown, as if it was just a mosquito bite for him.

King Shura's palm was covered with scars, white smoke overflowed from between his fingers, and there was actually some disappointment in his eyes when he looked at the night pupil: "Are you sure you have to fight with me to the death?" Let's heal your mother and mother together, and then rule the Three Realms, isn't it? ”

Night Hitomi sneered, not wanting to answer his ridiculous question at all, she took a deep breath and continued to slash at King Shura, but the crescent scimitar in her hand turned into a long scythe.

At this moment, King Shura felt that the faint blue wave in front of him was particularly dazzling, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes, ignoring the corrosiveness of the blue aura itself, he didn't dodge or dodge, and directly grabbed the handle of the sickle tightly with both hands.

The hands that held the other end of the scythe were also tightened, wasn't he afraid of pain? But let her let go first, it is absolutely impossible, and she deserves to die.

"You forced me."

King Shura looked directly into the eyes of the night pupil and whispered this sentence word by word, the meaning and weight of which probably only he understood.

Night Hitomi frowned, he didn't understand, what did he want to do? Are you going crazy again?

At this moment when the night pupil was stunned, she suddenly felt a pair of blood-red eyes without pupils imprinted into her mind, piercing the back of her head like a needle, and her eyes suddenly lost focus.

In the next second, she clutched her heart tightly, her feet were weak and half-knelt on the ground, and the scythe condensed by the dark blue aura had already dissipated.

Her head hurt, and her heart hurt even more, and she spurted out a mouthful of blood, which fell from the air like a flower in bloom, rendering the dusk that came on time.

She only felt that her soul seemed to tremble at the sight she had just arrived, and she was even about to peel it off.

What the hell did he do?! This trick seems familiar.

At this time, the Shura King just stood in front of the night pupil, looking down at her, and a trace of unbearability quickly crossed his face, so fast that people couldn't notice it at all, maybe even he didn't notice it.

Hitomi wanted to stand up, but she couldn't, her head hanging down forced her to look at what was happening below.

Her nose was sore, and her vision was blurry, probably so she didn't have to look at that, maybe she wouldn't be able to see it anymore......

Night Hitomi's heart, like her stripped soul, was about to be shattered in pain, and no matter how you put it together, it seemed that it couldn't be whole.

Is she going to lose? Night Hitomi reluctant.

Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and she was about to close them completely, when her residual tactile sensation felt a pair of hands pass through her lower back and legs.

As soon as her body was light, she was beaten and hugged horizontally.

Who is it?

She smelled a familiar scent that seemed to be absent, so familiar that even if she lost her sense of smell, she could subconsciously tell who was coming.

It's you, dump.

This thought flashed, and the night pupil fell headlong into his arms, completely surrendering herself to this embrace that made her extremely relieved and affectionate.

"Don't be afraid, you'll be fine, we'll all be fine." As usual, in the cold voice, there was a deep anger, on the verge of exploding.

It's just that he has enough self-cultivation and endurance, so he pressed it down vigorously.