The man's hands put Lingzi Xiu's tight circle in his arms, as if he was a baby, slowly loving.

If it weren't for the fact that Lingzi Xiu still had a sword stuck in his heart and was still bleeding, I'm afraid that Lingzi Xiu would really believe it. But the wisps of pain that came from the heart, even if you want to ignore it, can't ignore it, but it's really reminding Lingzi Xiu.

If it weren't for that, the man in the dark clothes seemed to really love himself, and he couldn't wait to integrate himself into his body, but Lingzi's throbbing heart was really going to be completely addicted.

But she couldn't forget that just now, this man really wanted to kill himself, even if he sacrificed him, he had to kill himself.

How hateful is it, and how ruthless is it?

The pain in his heart made Ling Zixiu wake up for a moment, and at this moment, Ling Zixiu used all his strength to push the man away. I want to distance the two.

But the man was seriously injured, and his whole body was almost unable to exert his strength, let alone that Lingzi Cultivator would push him away. Therefore, Lingzi Xiu pushed this push, and was stunned to let the tall and handsome man in Xuanyi take a few steps back, stumble a few times, and shake his body before standing firmly in place. There was a look of extreme pain in his eyebrows.

Ling Zixiu didn't expect that his push would hurt the man.

But the purpose has been achieved, hasn't it?

But where does the guilt, pity, and insecurity in my heart come from?

You know, this is the person who wants to kill himself desperately, because because he will die today.

Why, when I see this man, I always feel distressed?

Because he couldn't think of a reason, Lingzi Xiu didn't want to.

But this indescribable feeling made Ling Zixiu feel irritable.

This abnormal performance, abnormal behavior, abnormal psychology, abnormal emotion. It made Ling Zixiu feel very uneasy and unaccustomed.

"I don't care who you are, or why you want to kill me, now, your purpose has been accomplished! ”

The man looked at Ling Zixiu with disbelief and surprise, and there was still a trace of grievance and injury in his sight.

Ling Zixiu's mind rippled again, as soft as the wind and spring water. But Lingzixiu didn't like this feeling, this feeling that he couldn't control himself.

There was not much spiritual power left in her body that was constantly escaping due to the injury of the Ruthless Sword. Therefore, Ling Zixiu stretched out his right hand, turned his face away, and fiercely pulled out the sword inserted in his body with the end of the handle, blood gushed out along the sword, and Ling Zixiu's face turned even paler.

The man in the dark clothes looked at all this with a pale face, and exclaimed, "Don't!"