The parking lot is very quiet. Nestling in Lan Huanhen's arms is very warm. He has a very familiar smell on his body.
She didn't think about the broken pictures in her mind, and her head gradually stopped hurting. Instead, she read the word "mission"! She was almost addicted to his kiss just now. "Mission!" This person's vigilance is so terrifying.
, forget it, make a decision immediately. Xuedie twisted his body and exerted force on his waist. When Lan Huanhen wasn't paying attention, he jumped out of his arms.
"You?" Lan Huanhen frowned and looked at her.
"Suffer death." Xuedie spat out these three words coldly, his eyes became sharp, and he unscrupulously released the murderous aura in him.
Lan Huanhen felt this strong murderous aura. Why did his Ruodie suddenly become like this? "Who are you? Are you my Ruodie? Why are you here?" Lan Huanhen was so calm and frightening.
She said she wanted to kill herself, but he believed that his Ruo Die would not kill him.
"Blood Butterfly!" The voice was no longer seductive, but filled with air-conditioning and biting coldness.
"Xue Die!! Ruo Die? Are you Ruo Die!"
"You're going to die, why are you talking so much!" Xue Die said lightly. She didn't know why she wanted to talk nonsense with him.
"Who sent you here?" Lan Huanhen asked stubbornly, not caring about anything. He would never give up without knowing everything clearly.
"Shensha, now you can die in peace." As he said that, Xuedie's hand slowly placed on the belt around his waist.
"Shen Sha!! Tell me, are you Ruo Die!"
Xuedie was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and met his persistent and affectionate eyes, Ruo Die? Ruo Die... Why did everyone say Ruo Die? Who is this Ruo Die? Does it have anything to do with him? Still
Why do I feel a little unbearable when I see him? What on earth is going on...
After a moment of hesitation, "I am Xuedie!" He said his name firmly. Yes, he is Xuedie, a killer. He is destined to be a killer in this life. His hands are stained with blood. The only thing to do now is
Kill him, the man in front of you, take his head and return to life! He restrained himself from thinking too much and quickly pulled out the silver-white soft sword from his belt.
Lan Huanhen stared at the two men holding swords in front of him. The butterfly on the collarbone and the gem butterfly hanging around the neck matched perfectly. Ruo Die... Ruo Die... In my mind, heart, and eyes, there was only
Ruo butterfly.
"It's time for you to go to hell!" After saying this, Xuedie quickly rushed towards Lan Huanhen with his sword, aiming the sword straight at his chest.
Little by little, the sword was about to hit his chest. He stood there motionless, watching her stabbing him with the sword. Ruo Die, I believe that you are my Ruo Die, my Ruo Die
, will not kill me. In my heart, I silently persisted in this belief and welcomed her sword.
Just when it was still a short distance away from his chest, Xuedie's hand began to tremble non-stop, and his heart kept rolling. He couldn't stab, he couldn't kill. These thoughts came out from nowhere. At that critical moment,
At that moment, she turned her wrist sharply to the left. The sword stabbed hard into Lan Huanhen's right arm!
"Why don't you hide!" Xuedie let go of his hand. He didn't know where the excitement came from. Seeing the bright red blood flowing out of his arm, his heart felt cramped again and again.
She covered her chest with her hands. His blood flowed down slowly along the silver sword, and her heart throbbed even more fiercely. Why, why did she feel heartbroken when she saw her injured? Why did she feel sad when she saw him stay?
Blood hurts so much. Why? I am a killer, a killer without emotions and heart, why does it still hurt now?