Chapter 589: Sacrifice

"Shake it, little master nephew!"
Yumako looked at her firmly, and said, "No matter what you do, Uncle will support you infinitely, but this time, you listen to Uncle once and let the uncle either live or die!" "
"Ok."
Yang Zi nodded.
The small clock on his hand shook gently ...
Yumako covered her heart and chest, her face twisted in pain.
"Uncle, what's wrong?"
Yang Zimei hurriedly supported him, trying to give him vitality to protect his heart.
Who knows, his face turned into gold paper instantly, his lips ran out of black blood, and the whole man fell straight into Yang Zimei's arms, stopping his breathing and heartbeat.
"Uncle--"
Yang Zimei screamed and took out the silver needle for first aid, but he couldn't pull him back from the hand of death, his heart and lungs suddenly became scarred.
A golden silkworm pupa, like a golden thread, crawled out of his heart. Yang Zimei waved Mo Xiejian and cut it into countless segments.
"Little nephew ..."
When Yang Zimei heard Uncle's free-spirited soul crying, he raised his tears, "Uncle, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry ..."
"It's okay, my nephew, it's just a pain, and it's good."
Yu Zhenzi's soul chuckled without a grudge, "I'm dead, and I don't need to be controlled by Meng Tianxiao's old dog. Go and kill him."
"Ok!"
Yang Zi nodded with tears in his eyebrows, "I will kill him, and then lock his soul into the Concentrator, so that he will never be born!"
"Take care of your brother, I'm gone!"
Yumako waved her hand, and followed the black and white impermanence to leave.
"Master ... Uncle ..."
Yang Zimei watched his fainting soul, kneeling beside his body, tears flowing ...

Meng Tianxiao, who was sitting in a Lincoln car and preparing to return to City B, suddenly felt a pain in his heart.
"Master, what's wrong?"
The Zhihua Xiaoshu beside him saw his face suddenly become very bad, and hurriedly asked.
Meng Tianxiao did not speak, but hurriedly took a golden pill from a black glass bottle and swallowed it. She closed her eyes for a while, and the sharp painful side diminished.
"They actually killed my golden silkworm pupa!" Meng Tianxiao gritted his teeth, and his face was still permeated with an unusual pale golden color.
The golden silkworm pupae was raised by his own essence and blood, and communicated with his essence.
When he died, he also suffered internal injuries directly, and suffered most of his vitality. Fortunately, he carried with him the rescued medicament that had been carefully prepared for more than fifty years, and Fang added most of his vitality.
"The death of the golden silkworm, does it mean that the person in Zhongli is dead?" Zhihua asked in confusion. "Master, you shouldn't say the chanting spell, how could he die?"
"Yu Zhenzi's hard thing is probably to die rather than be pinned by me." Meng Tianxiao gritted his teeth and said, "This time the trouble is so big, Yang Zimei's baby girl can break even my nine-house flying star array. Not average. "
"What should we do? Are we going to return to the United States quickly?" Zhihua asked nervously.
"Well, go now! Qingyun, drive to the airport of city B!" Meng Tianxiao nodded.
He is no longer a hot-blooded young man. Now he has the right to have money. He has a good life and must not die for this breath.
Thirty-six counts, go for counts!

[Everyone says, can Meng Tianxiao escape? 】