Chapter 51: Death Negotiations

Ashes?

As soon as the footsteps of the sword were raised, and just as they were about to take a step, Ling Tian's helpless heart-wrenching roar pierced through the sky, and the vast wind and snow were surging endlessly, raging the wind and snow that rushed in, stirring up the smell of blood. Zhao Haochen, www.biquge.info of the pen "Fun" Pavilion, suddenly took control of his body, and quickly retracted his steps, holding Zhuge Wan'er's body, turned around, and stared at Ling Tian with cold eyes, like an eagle falcon staring at the food in his mouth.

"Make it clear to me, or you'll die a miserable death!" The cold voice was like a cold ghost surrounding the air, Ling Tian sat on the ground weakly, a faint smile lingering on his face, but the indescribable fear in his heart burst out, like a long-suppressed volcano erupting, and the momentum of the mountains and seas rushed wantonly.

Ling Tian's two sharp pupils radiated a terrifying light, his handsome face became hideous and terrifying, his grinning mouth was soaked with blood-red ice edges, the snow-white teeth had lost their original luster, blood-red, constantly trembling, and the scarlet ice edges kept falling and falling on the snow-white ground.

The sharp sword light on Zhao Haochen's long sword swirled around Ling Tian's neck, and the huge cold and cold sharp aura made Ling Tian's spirit suddenly shake, the huge fear in his eyes gradually dissipated, and the warm smile surged again, looking at Zhuge Wan'er in front of him gently.

Zhao Haochen put the cold long sword a little harder, and pressed it against his neck, the smile on Ling Tian's handsome face became thicker, he looked at Zhuge Wan'er, and sighed helplessly, he knew that if he didn't say it, Zhuge Wan'er would inevitably be taken away by him, and Zhuge Wan'er's life would inevitably wither.

"This scarlet blood pool is for my sister's life, once she leaves here, her sister's life is bound to wither!" Ling Tian's heart was like a knife, his tears rolled out of his eyes, at this moment he was like a leopard who would fight desperately at any time, accumulating a fatal blow.

"How could this be?" Zhao Haochen couldn't believe it, but from Zhuge Wan'er's dodgy gaze, he knew that this was the truth, like Zhao Haochen, who had been hit by nine thunders, his mind was buzzing, and he fell into a misty chaos.

"My sister's blood has been sparse since a year ago, and she has no choice but to condense the blood pool, barely protecting her heart, despite this, my sister's blood has been damaged in large quantities, and it can't be replenished at all, coupled with my sister and her opposition, she is threatened to run away, which further aggravates the seriousness of her condition!" Ling Tian's handsome face was already full of crystal shining tears, like a river of endless sorrow.

Listening to Ling Tian's statement in a daze, Zhao Haochen suddenly felt like a child who had done something wrong, the sharpness dissipated invisibly, holding Zhuge Wan'er in his hand, at a loss.

This bloody pool is filled with the smell of fish, and I don't know how many lives have been sacrificed and how many people's blood has been spilled.

When he saw Zhuge Wan'er bathing in blood for the first time, the anger in Zhao Haochen's heart was spontaneous, but he was always contained in the deepest part of his heart by her, and he had an urge to slaughter the entire pavilion.

However, at this moment, the sorrow in his heart was like a rushing river, surging and agitating, this--this--

The pitiful gaze of the sword cultivators in the cold iron cage underground, the cold iron locks on their bodies, the rotting corpses that were still bound to the gallows, the pale young man lying limp beside the huge pool of blood, the hot blood of the entire huge pond condensed, what was the end of their lives?

"Cough--cough--" Zhuge Wan'er coughed weakly twice, waking up Zhao Haochen, who was lost in anger, she saw the anger brewing between Zhao Haochen's eyebrows, "Don't embarrass Ling Tian, there is a debtor and a debtor, you kill me!"

Zhao Haochen was stunned, turned his head, stared at Ling Tian, and asked firmly and unquestionably, "If I can save your sister, what should you do?"

"Whatever you want!" Ling Tian's two eyes burst out with a burst of essence, like a poisonous snake, staring at Zhao Haochen deadly, a thick hope rippling in his pupils.

"Okay!" Zhao Haochen made a loud noise, his pupils constricted, the white storm raged in it, the cold and killing aura surrounded Ling Tian, the slender fingers with the sharpness of the sword, stretched out, and pointed to the ground, "I only have this one condition!"

His voice was not impatient, there was no fluctuation, and there was no trace of fluctuation in his eyes, but the momentum of standing up to the sky and swallowing mountains and rivers lightly emanated from him, which was undoubted.

"Ahh

"Do you want me to repeat it again?" The cold voice was like the voice of death, and suddenly it seemed as if countless sharp blades swirled and crashed into his body, recklessly dismembering each of his meridians, cold and bone-shattering, and his body was trembling.

Ling Tian's back was already cold, staring straight at Zhao Haochen, his eyes were full of horror and uneasiness, a thick fear surging from his sad eyes, and a huge horror appeared on his handsome young face, as if he had seen a ghost.

Zhao Haochen looked at it quietly, with a faint horror in his eyes.

What scares him so much?

The next moment, Zhuge Wan'er's coughing pulled him back to reality, his frightened face suddenly swelled with sadness, his eyes were full of tears, looking at Zhuge Wan'er as if he was afraid of losing her, there was a dazed panic enveloping him, and the loneliness and loneliness unique to the vast world covered him.

Since his father was taken away, the burden of the family has been on him, and he is subject to people everywhere, the means are all over the sky, the temples and rivers and lakes are his words, he is powerless at all, no matter what, he can't rescue his father, but he doesn't want to lose his sister, Zhuge Wan'er is the only reliance on his soul.

For a long time, Ling Tian's teeth clenched, scarlet blood foam dripped from between his teeth and fell to the ground and fell into the snow, and pieces of blood-red ice ridges were hideous and eye-catching, and heavy pathos spread around. Those eyes were like bloodthirsty beasts, full of blood red, and cold words squeezed out from between his teeth, word by word, filled in the icy blizzard, dull but piercing, "Half!"

Zhao Haochen's cold long sword roared out, and a bloody cut was cut at his neck, hot blood gushed out, and the sharp sword was entangled around him, and the two looked at each other, refusing to take a step back.

"Sister will never exchange the fate of the family for our lives!" Ling Tian's momentum changed suddenly, what is the sky, I want Ling Tian, the anger that rushed to the sky, looking at Zhuge Wan'er's eyes were full of heavy sadness, but it was so resolute.

Zhao Haochen sighed and put away the long sword in his hand.