Chapter 962: Marriage Bride: A Marriage (40)

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Between the electric and the flint, Luo Dust wants to lift the exquisite ring and the blood dead.
Murong Ming pulled her back and pulled blue and red light all over her body. The black eye was tearing open.
An ancient and mysterious imprint...
He held the slashing knife in his right hand, and the scorpion was cold as water, but the hands clasped her were slightly trembling.
Whether it is a person or a ghost, once there is a weakness. In the battle of life, it will become a worries.
"Murong Ming, seven hundred years of grievances, there should be a broken." The blood corpse once again turned into a red light, gathering the blood of the heavens and earth, attacking in the direction of Murong.
Between the moments, Murong was cold and swelled, and greeted the light.
In the original sky, like a meteor, there are countless blue-red lights passing by, and the surrounding air suddenly drops, full of atmosphere.
Until the blood drops from the sky, the blue-red light suddenly left blue light, and the red light disappeared.
The sky is faintly fascinated by madness: "Ha ha ha, you thought I lost. But you know very well, who is the loser..."
With a huge sound, this eternal blood corpse fluttered in the sky of endless blood.
Luo Dian Chen did not know how Murong Ming did it. He only knew that his face was pale, but his left hand quietly held him, his eyes staring deeply at the death and death.
"Let's go back..." He slowly spoke, with a touch of trepidation in his tone. Pulling her hand back to the original road, I don’t know, everything is too late -
The soul fragments of the 10,000-year-old blood corpse are attached to the life and death platform. In less than a few seconds, a huge thunderbolt falls in the sky.
The whole ‘Nye’ was instantly broken in half by the thunder of lightning.
The life and death stage is like being awakened. With the imprint of Murong's eyebrows, the madness is followed by strong winds.
And such a terrible wind with a terrible suction, the goal of suction is to have one -
Luo dust.
Murong’s eyes trembled, and at this moment, Luo’s dust on his side was tightly held in his arms, and his voice trembled in her ear:
Please, don’t...

Seal, robbery, the most important person.
How ridiculous, he should have known for a long time that everything is destined.
From the moment she appeared, from the moment he did not want to resist her.
He should know that humans, hell, and life and death will not let him go so easily.
Only one hundred years of his lonely heart, let him go to the most important person.
"I seem to know why you have never given me a good feeling..." Her brows froze, with a shallow stream of light in her eyes, but there is an endless warmth in her heart.
It turned out that he did not fall in love with her, but he did not dare to fall in love with her.
"Don't be afraid, I will accompany you." He put his head in her neck, and the cold tears fell drop by drop.
He didn't want her to die. He would rather be beaten into the 18th floor and never turn over. He didn't want her to die.
"A hundred years of Shura field, a jump to death." She licked her lips, playfully said in his ear: "This is the fate of a sacrifice!"
"But...but my bride!" Murong was holding her tightly, and the suction of the dead and dead was stronger.
He almost screamed and screamed, but never thought about this short word, she even burst into tears in this moment.
Aung, she seems to be really his bride...