Chapter 49: Wan'er pity

The heavy doubts set off a storm in his heart, his sharp eyebrows and eyes were like sharp swords, staring at Zhuge Wan'er tightly, and he read fear and helplessness in her water-like eyes. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Curled up in the corner, sighing, looking at Zhao Haochen with pitiful eyes, an unbearable loneliness and sadness rushed to his heart, and his face, which was as cold as ten thousand years of ice, flashed a touch of unspeakable grief.

"Take me away!" Zhuge Wan'er sobbed, like a lonely flower soaked in blood, and the huge wind and snow outside the window seemed to sense this huge pathos, silent, snowflakes falling and mourning.

Zhao Haochen's sharp eyes became a little gentle, mixed with a trace of doubt, but the shocking sword still lingered around Zhuge Wan'er, for a long time, Zhao Haochen looked at Zhuge Wan'er, nodded heavily, he couldn't bear to see her crying, she was not lonely, he was still surrounded by friends.

Zhao Haochen just frowned, and didn't take the lead in asking, he knew that Zhuge Wan'er would give him a satisfactory answer.

Zhao Haochen took heavy steps, every step was like carrying a mountain in the midst of suffering, and a majestic momentum slowly walked towards Zhuge Wan'er with a sharpness that was in harmony with heaven and earth.

Raising his head, his eyes were facing each other, Zhao Haochen's arms trembled a little, gently brushed the hair condensed with bright red plasma, and resolutely hugged her graceful waist, picked it up, turned around, and just wanted to walk out of the door, the only remaining tenderness in his eyes suddenly disappeared, replaced by a sharp edge.

Dressed in white like a god of war, he stood firmly at the door, guarding the portal to the death, giving people a majestic momentum of dominating the world and the world.

Zhao Haochen's eyes seemed to be the rotation of the sun and the moon, filled with a hazy brilliance, he had a feeling that in that blood-colored prison, the man in white in front of him gave him a hazy and vague feeling before, which made people confused, but at this moment, it was that cold chill, as if it angered what he cared about the most, his eyes were full of killing light, and there was no longer a trace of hesitation.

As everyone knows, the cold man in white in front of him also has a clear and piercing feeling, Zhao Haochen looks like a mystery, he can never figure out his details, he makes himself afraid of a simple sentence, you must know that your mind is unusually firm, it is difficult to shake at all, and his heart seems to be surging with turbulent waves, constantly impacting the seemingly unusually strong defense line in his heart.

"Let him go!" The two of them stood still, staring at each other as if they were two thousand-year-old rocks, yet their piercing eyes seemed to have fought a thousand times, and several lights and shadows swirled in them.

For a long time, the man in white seemed to be unable to bear the dead silence here, and took the lead in speaking, accompanied by an aggressive momentum, and suddenly pressed Zhao Haochen, so that he had no chance to speak.

Zhao Haochen, who was scolding in his heart, inadvertently took a step back, narrowly dodging, as if a poisonous snake had just wandered away from his back, a layer of fine beads of sweat flowed down his back, and his heart, which was under great pressure, was pounding continuously, as if to highlight his throat and eyes.

"My mother, it's terrifying enough to endure that bloody scene, and it's really scary to die to face you, a killing god!" Zhao Haochen was still expressionless, looking at the man in white lightly, but there was palpitations in his heart, and there was a cold feeling from the clothes on his back, and Zhao Haochen woke up from this huge shock.

"Get out!" hugged the delicate body in her arms, the bloody breath condensed in the air rushed towards her face against the cold wind, her hair, face, and arms...... Pieces of red blood clots condensed on her body, and the disgusting thick aura made Zhao Haochen retch, but the hands holding Zhuge Wan'er were getting tighter and tighter, and the tyranny in his eyes that seemed to kill was also unscrupulously spreading.

The fear that haunted his mind seemed to turn into a cloud of smoke and vanished, and the crazy emotions hidden in his heart swept through his entire body like an erupting volcano, and the red eyes made it look like a red-eyed tiger, and the tyranny of killing was like a flood beast that had broken free.

The man in white stood still, motionless, the biting cold wind blew on his body, the cold snow seemed to bury him, his cold voice gave people a creepy feeling, sharp like a dagger tearing people's scalps, like a terrible scream, cold as from the abyss.

The snowflakes in the air lingered around him, as if they were shocked by this cold momentum, and they did not move.

His cold eyes narrowed slightly, and he said expressionlessly: "What are you talking about? dare to say it again!"

Zhao Haochen didn't raise his eyelids, looked solemnly at Zhuge Wan'er in his arms, and noticed that her breath was getting weaker and weaker, her breathing became heavy and abnormal, her face became more and more pale, and she was wheezing weakly, and the tyranny in her heart arose, "Get out!"

The wind and snow surging between the heavens and the earth were like countless lightning bolts, exploding in the ears of the man in white.

The cold face of the man in white was shrouded in a lifeless and murderous aura, and the next moment, his hands danced wildly, and the lightning between the sleeves of his robe burst out with a cold light, and the cold sword light was covered by the wind and snow, like a cold poisonous snake, swallowing red letters, rushing towards Zhao Haochen's head, chest, dantian and other important parts.

A cold light flashed in Zhao Haochen's eyes, holding Zhuge Wan'er, his body suddenly flashed, the white robe on his body flew up like huge wings, and his feet jumped high into the air with his feet off the ground, like a rising meteor, narrowly avoiding the two whistling blades under his feet.

Holding Zhuge Wan'er in his left hand, he firmly protected him behind him, supported his waist with his right hand, and pulled out the soft sword, the sword light danced, the cold light was shining, and the blades on the chest, waist, dantian and other parts were all blocked by him, however, a blade burst out in the wind and snow, and the target was the center of his head and eyebrows, if it hit, it would be certain death.

The blade was already close in front of him, he had already felt the cold edge, the cold cold cut his skin for a while, this cold light was impartial, just rubbing Zhuge Wan'er's raised head, brushing her blood-stained hair, Zhao Haochen would definitely die, this was his confidence, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile brightly.