Chapter 92: Forbidden beast god's favorite pet Xiaodi Ji (23)

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She was cold and sullen, and her eyes were full of chills, looking at the mysterious sword in front of her eyes.
The next second, the Xuanguang sword is like a avatar, arranged in turn, encircling her in the middle.
The golden light on her body was indented one inch and one inch. Her face was pale and pale, and the whole body was full of deep sword wounds. She closed her eyes and her long eyelashes trembled slightly
Because of excessive blood loss, her breathing is extremely fast, and the foreground of her eyes is gradually blurred.
She is so tired, so sleepy, I want to sleep...
But she still supported her body and prevented herself from falling.
System, I can't go.
[host...]
In any case, she still has to explain to the system. Although most of the time its system is not very cute, it is always with her.
In an instant, the surrounding cold light converges, and all the swords are moving in her direction and attacking.
"Hey--" a loud voice swayed her eardrum.
A powerful spiritual force instantly repelled the sword array, and the ear was actually the sound of ‘pingping pong.’ Every inch of light blue light is like a sword, colliding with the body of Xuanguang sword.
Luo Ding only felt that his body was soft, and his waist was pulled by an arm with vague anger, and instantly fell into a familiar embrace.
She looked at her in her arms, and she had a cold haze in her throat. The heart was like a soul.
I don't know why, looking at her pale, paper-like cheeks, the pain of a heart.
It hurts and hurts -
Half-sounding, they walked out of the sacred swords. The hot sun shone outside the Star Temple, and he held her blood on every step she walked through.
Her white clothes have been stained with blood, and several deep wounds reveal the skin of the forest, like a hole in the blood.
Like the next second, the blood will be drained.
There was a thick scent in the surrounding air, but in the smell, there was a touch of her faint scent.
"Why are you suffering?" He held her slowly on the ladder, his right hand still holding her waist, and the light blue light lingered between her left hand, wrapped in her side.
Luo Ding only felt that the whole body was cool, and the wound seemed to have no tears like the tears, but the body still couldn’t make up the effort.
She opened her eyes laboriously, exhausted her last strength and stretched her right hand to grab his clothes and said: "You... why... don't you?"
I only feel that the grievances in my heart are more painful than the wounds in my body. She worked so hard to get to his side. How can he say no, don’t want it!
The ruined look of her is a wet pair, and she is dying, but still smothering the look of his clothes. The heart is like being put in the heart of the sword, the pain is endless.
He knew that he was distressed.
It may also be said that he is emotional.
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"I'm sorry -" his voice was extremely light and slowly rang in her ear: "I won't let you have anything."
He has never said these three words in his life, but today he feels that he is willing to be so willing. It’s all his fault. If it’s not his heart, he’s not willing to admit it. Instead, he will push her out of indifference, and she won’t die in the sword.
This fool is so stupid. But it is so distressing, pity, and people want to hold her in her arms all the time.
For a long time, after the spiritual power stabilized her life for a while, he gently picked up the comatose and walked toward the inner hall.