One hundred and eight

Under the veil, there is a beautiful face, a face that is so beautiful that everyone can suffocate it, and on the face, there is a thick dead silence!

She looked at Zhou Runsheng's body retreating quickly, her face and heart were dead silent. Whining, the thick grief couldn't stop spreading to the corners of her lips and eyebrows,

Zhou Runsheng's fierce push made her body throw herself into the lava pond more quickly, but this was not the cause of her despair, what really made her desperate was that person, those words.

The words he said were like knives that slashed at her heart, so fierce, so heart-wrenching words!

Suffocate her, let her sink into the deepest hell, the darkest abyss!

He knew why she kept an eye on him from time to time, that man, that despicable man?

On the white veil, a little bit of bright red blood is as gorgeous as a peach blossom in March, and like the most colorful butterfly.

The veil fluttered softly and slowly, drifting towards the scorching magma pond below, drifting towards the terrifying heat that was about to devour it, like a woman, drifting towards the abyss of death!

The Jin people are unhappy, really unhappy, but they will eventually give the woman the most ferocious blow before she falls into the magma pond! The figure jumping high is approaching the woman, inch by inch!

The golden glow on the sword burned everyone who noticed this scene!

Liu Yun's body shook wildly! When he saw the woman's face, his body shook wildly!

At this moment, he finally realized why the woman had an extremely bad attitude towards him from the first moment she saw him.

At this moment, he understood what was going on with the betrayal in Zhou Runsheng's mouth, and his mood was heavier than that of a woman!

Because he saw the corners of the woman's mournful eyebrows, and lowered them low, gathering almost all the sad and sad eyebrows in the world!

And the dead silence in her eyes!

I brought this, I shouldn't have seen it on her face.

He thought of the small-town woman, the woman who lay in his arms, looking at him sadly, the woman who could only call him brother before she died.

The woman's face was crimson in the fiery color of the molten slurry, just like the face of a small-town woman in the afterglow of the setting sun in the dusk.

He lifted his body and rushed towards the woman!

He didn't want anyone to die like a small town girl, he didn't want anyone to die because of his mistakes.

These were supposed to be the ones he should have carried, and these were the ones he should have beared.

His body crossed the two golden figures, grabbed the woman before she fell into the lava, and pulled the woman away!

However, when the woman saw him, all the expressions in her eyes suddenly changed, and all that was left was crazy hideous!

His arm luck was about to throw the woman out, away from this dire situation, away from the threat of death.

But he was greeted not by the woman's surprised smile, not by a look of gratitude, but by utter hysteria!!

It's this person, it's this person who ruined her always sweet relationship, it's this person who has kept her in the pain of fidgeting for so many years!

Her sword stabbed out suddenly, towards the man's chest, desperately stabbed!

She will never forget that night, how the man who fell into madness treated her, she will never forget how the man forcibly possessed her that night!

She was going to kill him, to wash away so many years of pain with his blood, to wash away the infidelity of her body!

Her sword stabbed into the man's chest! Bright red blood shot out, splashing on the corners of her lips, so poignant, so shocking!

A thick stunned look flashed in the corner of the man's eyes, but the next moment, just the next moment, he was relieved, and he laughed lightly!

At this point he actually laughed! He threw the woman out.

Quietly, almost inaudible, he said softly: I'm sorry. He knew she could hear, he knew that from the shape of his mouth, the woman could understand.

The upside-down woman's eyes flashed with disbelief, was it unbelievable that she had inserted the sword into the man's body, or was it unbelievable that the man would still choose to throw her out and save her in that situation?

Even she didn't know it, and there was a faint but rich pain in her eyes.

She remembered the time before entering the sea market, when the four of them lived in a fishing village.

At that time, in order to make her laugh, or to ease the subtle tension between the two, the man used sand to build patches of beautiful houses and delicate dolls on the beach.

He caught fish and birds, cooked food at night, and invited them to eat and drink together.

He lit a bonfire, drank and wrote poems, and under the firelight, his side face was different and serene.

At that time, the salty taste of the sea breeze had a different style, and at that time, white sand gulls flew through the sky in pairs.

The man turned his face violently, facing the two golden figures that could be attacked, and facing the two golden giant swords, he raised the half-cut sword in his hand!

Under the light of the fire, the red halo on his body flickered, as if a candle was burning.

The broken knife was finally connected to two golden swords, each with a power of 500,000 catties, and when combined in one place, it was a million catties.

Inevitably, in a sound of gold and iron, he was slammed into the lava pond!

The blood from the corners of his mouth spurted out wildly, scattered in the entire air, scattered on the stone wall, the stone wall, silently and quietly fluctuated, but at this moment, no one noticed.

The blood was scorched by the lava and slowly drifted away in wisps of green smoke.

Mo Xiaohong shouted wildly, he was really angry, and at the woman, he shouted wildly: Thief, dare you!!

He looked at Liu Yun in the magma that gradually disappeared into the fiery red and could almost incinerate everything in the world, his body couldn't help but tremble violently, and the infinite pathos and desolation came to him.

But Liu Yun, Liu Yun, who had already fallen into the molten slurry for most of his body, said to him softly: Senior Brother Xiaohong, don't blame her, don't hurt her It's my junior brother's fault, it's my fault......

The last words slowly floated in the air, Liu Yun's body had completely submerged in the magma, scorching to the incomparable magma!

There was no trace of any more flesh, and the tumbling lava bubbles instantly smoothed out the ripples in the lava pond.

The woman's figure finally got out of the pond, and Zhou Runsheng's eyes frantically welled up with tears, drop by drop, splashing water marks on the ground, he rushed over desperately to pick up Fairy Qiongxuan, and muttered in his mouth: You are fine, you are fine

The person in her arms was motionless, there was no enthusiastic response as before, there was no movement, she just stood quietly, let the man hold her, her eyes were dull.

Mo Xiaohong's body trembled violently, even in the battle, his body still couldn't stop trembling!

He stared at Fairy Qiong Xuan, his eyes were full of boundless killing intent that was cold!

However, the junior brother actually said don't blame her, don't hurt her, how can this be, how is this possible!!

This is for me to explain to myself, how to explain to the master, and how to explain to everyone on Songtao Peak!

His sword was buzzing and trembling, trembling unwillingly, and the surging killing intent could not stop surging up, like a tidal wave, fiercely washing all the existence around him!

His eyes were as red as blood, and his True Yuan was almost squirting out of his body!

He roared violently, towards Fairy Qiong Xuan, towards the surrounding stone walls, he shouted wildly: I, Mo Xiaohong, swear that from today onwards, I will fight with everyone in the Tianxin Sect endlessly, endlessly!!

Everyone, everyone present, under this terrible roar, their hearts trembled, and they couldn't stop trembling!

But he did not attack Fairy Qiongxuan, the junior brother had an explanation, and the junior brother had an explanation before he died

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