Chapter 217: The Seventh King of the Weak Chicken King (34)

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She never thought that she would complete the task in this situation, so that she did not react when she asked if she was staying.
"How did she go?" Jun Yao screamed: "No more arrows."
After all, he turned and walked in the direction of Luo Dian.
But she seems to be unable to hear anything.
The snow fell on her body and fell on the string of Chunan. She seems to be able to smell the extremely heavy sea bream in the air, so familiar, so comfortable.
But her heart, but the dead silence.
She slightly lowered her eyebrows and looked at the handsome and confusing face of the person in her arms. She was blood, and her eyes were calm and closed, without any breath.
He is not in pain, no longer sad, not experiencing any pain and despair that she brought to him.
This seems to be quite good...
And she does not seem to have to stay in this world!
Maybe death, not the end of life, but another kind of relief from the past...
Luo Ding took a deep breath and casually picked up the long arrows on the ground. A pair of empty eyes were half-squatting, without any emotion.
The next second, she lifted the arrow and intended to penetrate her heart.
But the man who is like a ghost, did not give her such an opportunity.
"Is it easy to die, is it so easy?"
"Is it so difficult?" She slightly decapitated, her eyes covered with bright red blood, so she looked at the enchanting singer: "It is much easier for a person to die than to want to live."
Suddenly, she already did not know what it meant to be hate. Maybe even when life doesn't want to continue, hate can't be said...
"Ha ha -" I saw the enchanting screaming, with a sly smile in my eyes, pulling up the long sword at the waist, stabbed the sword toward the body of Chu Nanxian.
In an instant, Luo Dust raised his hand, grabbed the sword with a stalk, and shouted his lips and shouted: "Don't touch him-"
A drop of blood fell on the white snow, blending with the blood of the Chunan string, one inch and one inch, like a brilliant dark flower, blooming.
‘Boom--’ I saw the moment, the lightning flashed in the sky, and the snow fluttered with the wind.
Her biting teeth, the other side of the eyebrows looming, as if in the next second, there will be an enormous force in the body, destroying the world.
"Hey--" He pulled the long sword out of the body of the Chunan string, rubbing the moment in the hands of Luo Ding, and the corner of his mouth raised a touch of exquisite smile.
He smelled the long sword at the nose and said: "After three days, my eldest son, the East Palace, greets the generals of General Luo, who is the prince."
"You dream -"
"Don't you want him to die, still not peaceful?" Jun Yao squinted and looked at the Chunan string that had no heartbeat: "I can slap his body one by one, every piece is soaked in In the medicinal liquor of the palace Chinese medicine witch king, it is quite pleasing to the eye!"
"You are perverted -"
"If you know it today, it is too late." He leaned over and looked at her eyes. Yang smiled and said: "If you agree, this prince will at least allow you to be buried in him; if you disagree, this prince will let his corpse You are insulted. How do you choose, you have to think about it?"
[Host, promise him...]
I don't - why should I stay here? I am not a saint, I have blood and meat, I will hurt the system...
[Host, you can still remember the system of the soul of the law. He is the Lord of the Evil Court, a flesh and a soul, not enough to make him disappear into the world. 】