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290. Chapter 290 End of the World [1]

I have never been so excited, human blood is so delicious.

People's pain is their interest. Qianmo Qingcheng's eyes were slightly closed, all the phantom spirits were swept away, and the illusion no longer appeared.

But without eyes, everything underfoot, and unknown dangers, it will be even more difficult.

How is he going to get there?

He didn't know how to get through it with difficulty, he only knew that he had to get through it at all costs.

As early as when he ascended the thorny road, as early as when he made up his mind not to use spiritual energy.

This life has been clearly given away.

As early as when he ascended the thorny road, as early as when he made up his mind not to use spiritual energy, this life was clearly taken.

He had thought that the poison could be temporarily suppressed in the body, and when he got the Jade Blood Jade Flower and saved Luo Xue, he would have nothing to worry about.

The premise is that saving Luo Xue is the most important thing!

"Dad, be careful—" Xue Ling'er had no other choice but to remind Qianmo Qingcheng.

As he walked up, there was a sound of "Zi——", and a venomous thorn twice as long as other thorns penetrated deeply into Qianmo Qingcheng's soles. If he lifted up his clothes, you could almost imagine that the sharp thorn was

The thorn had penetrated the sole of his foot.

The brocade on the feet is like a thin layer of paper at this moment, which can be broken by a poke, let alone a sharp prick.

Qian Mo Qingcheng's face lost all color in an instant, she took a deep breath, gritted her teeth and slowly pulled out the sole of her foot.

Stepping on it again, the sudden feeling that had just disappeared hit every nerve in the body again, and the body screamed wantonly, as if it was not satisfied with why the owner was so careless and wanted to hurt it again.

Xue Ling'er's little face was already covered with tears, and she cried freely, "Grandpa, why, why is it so difficult? Why does daddy have to suffer like this?"

She choked and cried, her little hands tightly holding Grandpa Bai's shirt, worried that if she let go, her father's life would disappear without a trace.

Grandpa Bai did nothing but sigh. He couldn't do anything to help the current situation.

If you want to get the Jade Blood Jade Flower, you must go through this.

Otherwise, how could the legendary spirit flower be so good?

On the thorny road, Qianmo Qingcheng once again stepped on a very long poisonous thorn, her center of gravity was unstable, and she fell to her knees.

Poison thorns penetrated all over his knees, and the toxins swept through his body like a flood.

Qian Mo Qingcheng gritted her teeth and suppressed the unbearable pain.

On the knees, the blood was flowing freely like a river with an open gate.

"Daddy——" Xue Linger cried.

"Dad, Ling'er believes you will stand up, you will definitely stand up..."

It was as if he had never heard of Qianmo Qingcheng. It wasn't that he didn't want to stand up, but that he couldn't stand up at all.

After being eroded by sharp thorns again and again, his feet could no longer feel anything.

It was as if all the blood in the soles of the feet had been drained.

What a arrogant and domineering person he is. If he could stand up, how could he be like this?

It’s just that I really can’t stand up anymore.

It's not that he doesn't want to, it's that he can't.

With his eyes closed, he breathed a sigh of relief, bit his silver teeth, and Qianmo Qingcheng laid his hands on the spikes...

"Dad, no..." Xue Ling'er's eyes widened instantly, how could this be possible?

How is that possible....

A smile spread across Qianmo Qingcheng's lips, as pale as the clouds in the sky, as if they would disperse when the wind blows.

The thorny road is full of sharp thorns. Just because his feet can't walk doesn't mean that his hands can't. Even if he crawls, he will get through this difficulty!

With a 'hiss--' sound, the sharp thorn sank into the palm, pierced it, and blood gushed out.

Qianmo Qingcheng's face had lost all color, and the blood had slowly disappeared over time.


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