Chapter 340: Love and kill

The totem in Han Fei's eyes skyrocketed in an instant.
Spreading out from the eye sockets, the whole face seemed to be faintly with a totem.
A faint light radiated from her body, which appeared from time to time, accompanied by her breathing, becoming more intense.
Han Fei's consciousness was being pulled away a little bit, she desperately wanted to stop, she even wanted to call Qin Che's name behind her.
She wants to tell Qin Che, hurry up! Get out of her side! Don't stay! The farther you go, the better!
Because she will hurt him!
Hurt him again.
But she can't do anything.
All the wounds on her body were healed.
Behind him, the man in black fell well.
No new men in black appeared, all the people fell down, the corpses piled up the ground, blood flowed, and the loess was stained with blood red, blood splattered three feet, and the thick smell could not be covered. live.
The messenger and Bing Ling were so frightened that they fell down, their eyes filled with shock, fear and panic filled their eyes.
This is an evil spirit! It is the evil spirits from that will appear in such a scene! Here is hell!
Broken hands and limbs were scattered on the ground, and internal organs flowed out. There was almost no intact body. The scene behind was almost a unilateral torture, no, it was a cruel torture!
The flickering figure was an evil ghost, and the sword was raised and the sword fell, dismembering a person.
The man in black can't even touch the corners of his clothes.
This kind of unilateral crushing is extremely crushing. Bing Ling even felt that she could not breathe anymore. She cried bitterly and wanted to close her eyes and not watch such a scene, but she couldn’t do it. Her eyes widened, watching the stumps fall, and her tears kept streaming.
Bing Ling regretted it, so why would she provoke this evil spirit to her own discretion! It was clear before that he didn't blink at killing people! Why should she hold a fluke and think that they will have a chance to win! Living people fight evil spirits, do they still need to fight? !
The messenger was also regretting, he regretted not bringing more people, and regretted his entrustment. Now he may not even be able to return to the allies.
Thinking of this, the messenger stretched out his hand tremblingly, took out a flare from his arms, and wanted to throw it out, but in the next second, there was a flower.
A stream of blood spurted from his throat.
Then the whole head grumbled and fell to the ground, even to Bing Ling's feet.
"what!!"
Bing Ling screamed and kicked the head away desperately, his face turned pale, and the lower body became hot, and some warm liquid came out.
Bing Ling didn't care at all, she knelt on the ground, knocked her head once and then smashed it down, without leaving her hand at all, shouting: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I was wrong! I shouldn't collude with him! I was wrong! King Qin! Your lord, you have a lot! Forgive me once! Please, don't kill me! Let me do anything! Please!"
Qin Che curled up the corners of his lips, and pressed Bing Ling's jaw with a blood-filled sword, and said, "You can do anything?"
Bing Ling smiled with joy and said, "Master Qin is forgiving! The servant girl knows that he is wrong! The servant girl is willing to serve Master Qin with all his heart!"
As he said, Bingliang reached out to untie his clothes, revealing his young and beautiful body.
But the next moment, her neck crooked, and her head also fell from her neck.
And her young carcass collapsed suddenly.
Until she died, her head still kept the look of astonishment before she died, as if she could not understand why Lord Qin suddenly killed her.
Qin Che put away the smile on his lips.
Saying to himself: "Don't insult your eyes with your dirty body."
All of them are dead.
This is a on earth.
The heads of Bing Ling and the messenger smashed together, announcing that their originally contented sneak attack had failed.
Completely defeated.
Qin Che turned around, dropped his sword, took out a handkerchief, and slowly wiped the blood on his hand.
His movements are slow, but serious, as if to wipe off all the dirt.
The expression on his face is strange.
One eye is red and one eye is black.
Looking at each other like yin and yang eyes, it will make people feel scared.
Those are not the eyes of living people.
Especially the red eye, full of violence, blood, and killing, like a look of evil spirits.
And that black eye still carried a familiar sight.
"At the end, you still pray to me."
"That's good, so I can come out."
"Aren't you reconciled? But only I can help you, right?"
"Look at my masterpiece. How can these craps stain my hands? If you let me out earlier, there would be no such thing."
"Hehe, I should go see our baby."
When the words fell, Qin Che slowly turned around, with a hint of coolness.
He looked at Han Fei, who turned away, and a wicked smile filled the corner of his mouth.
"Very good, never turned around."
He took a step and said something.
"These scenes are not suitable for you to see."
"Han Fei, it's good that you keep the way you are now."
"Han Fei, let's go back."
In the end, Qin Che stood by Han Fei's skill, stretched out his slender arms, slowly hugged Han Fei's waist, and embraced her whole body in his arms.
He sighed contentedly, as if the whole person was filled.
With this feeling, Qin Che couldn't help but nudged Han Fei's neck with his cheek, and dropped a kiss.
Randomly, said softly and softly: "What's wrong? Why don't you respond to me?"
Han Fei still did not answer.
Qin Che didn't care, he reached out and picked up a strand of her hair, put it under his nose and sniffed it gently, and said softly: "Is you scared? Don't be afraid, no one will hurt you, I Will protect you, always protect you."
"Puff."
The next moment, Qin Che's original gentle expression brought anger, he pushed Han Fei away, looking down at the dagger inserted into his chest.
That dagger was the one he gave her.
At this moment, it was inserted into his chest.
[If there is danger, kill him. 】
[Even if this person is me. 】
The blood flowed out all at once, and a few drops splashed on Han Fei's face.
But her expression was numb.
No sorrow or joy.
Just stared at her blankly.
Only those eyes were full of pain and struggle.
But only for a brief moment.
Qin Che clutched his chest and slowly took a step with his hind legs. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth and his face was pale.
He said slowly.
"Han Fei... why?"
Han Fei did not speak, she stretched out her hand and grabbed the handle of the dagger.
Pull out violently.
With a breath of determination.
Without hesitation.
Han Fei's tears slowly fell, as if carrying her last hope.
Qin Che finally couldn't bear to kneel down.
Blood spurted out.
Something broke.