Thinking of this, Shi Yue's heart was cold, and he couldn't help but look back at the little loli who was still fiddling with gossip locks in the iron house. Only by looking at her focused and charming look could he regain the courage to disappear.
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There is a tranquility in the moonlit night, and the quiet moonlight lingers, giving the courtyard a little more solemn and murderous aura.
Yue Shen, Shi Yue and Youlan looked at the little flower boy at the same time, but the expectations in their eyes were completely different.
The little playboy is like a sculpture, neither smiling nor worried, nor anxious.
But his statue was given a soul, and his dark eyes showed calmness and wisdom, and he looked at the bright moon in the sky without blinking, full of poetic melancholy.
However, his face was bloodless and pale.
He stared at Yuanyue for a long time and finally looked at Shi Yue again. His face gradually rose from pale to blood-like redness. His fists were clenched tightly, and his eyes were bright: "After all, I can't protect you! I thought, we
You can be friends alive..."
"Little Flower..." Shi Yue bit his lips tightly, and knew that the little playboy had reached his limit - he could not bear the backlash of his blood after all.
The little playboy's face changed from bright red to blood red. He turned to look at the moon god and said word by word: "Congratulations! You...you won!"
As soon as he spoke, a movement of his throat moved, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out, dyeing his spotless white clothes red and the quiet moonlit night red.
"Young Master!" Han Mo rushed over, crying with sad tears.
The moon god was already at the end of the mast and oars. Seeing the playboy vomiting blood in a mess, he knew that he was just a force on the outside but wanted to intimidate himself.
The moon god looked at the little flower boy and pondered for a while. His charming eyes were full of pity for the first time: "As long as you change your mind and are willing to make peace with Ziyun as before, even if you are willing to negotiate with Ziyun, I... can spare you
You can even be generous and not care about your offense to me just now...|"
The playboy shook his head resolutely, opened his mouth full of blood with difficulty, and said firmly: "What I am most afraid of is the word "love", and what I am most afraid of is the word "death". Do you think you
Can I change my mind?”
"You...you are looking for death! I will cut off my love debt for Ziyun today." Moon God's vitality finally recovered, his charming face flushed, and his figure suddenly rose.
The Que Yue Sword drew a graceful green light, burst out with murderous intent, stabbed the young man in the air, aiming only at his throat.
Shi Yue endured the serious injuries deep in his shoulder blades, clenched the bayonet, but collapsed all his strength in his palm, his eyes like an eagle hook, and he looked directly at the green light.
"Leader! Don't kill him!" Ziyun's elegant figure drew a beautiful glimpse in the air, holding a sword to intercept the Moon God's attack.
"What's the point of keeping this?" Yue Shen frowned, never ruthless, avoided Ziyun's sword and knocked her down with one palm.
Adjusting his posture, he still aimed at the playboy and stabbed him - she was determined to stab the playboy to death.
Ziyun was knocked down, but she was not willing to let go and skipped the little playboy, trying to pull him up and run away.
But the sword energy of the Moon God was much faster than Ziyun, making Ziyun almost desperate.
The Moon God's sword was filled with an unparalleled murderous aura. It was three feet away from the Little Flower Boy. The Little Flower Boy was indifferent and closed her eyes and waited for death.
Shi Yue let out a saturation, and his forearm was thrown out at a strange angle. As the bandage of the scapula collapsed, blood flowed like a stream, and the bayonet in his hand was aimed straight at the moon god's sword and shot it--
It was the only effort he could do.
The bayonet has excellent strength and angle, just stabbing the sword body of the Queyue Sword from the side. The bayonet is powerful and strong, and it hits the sword body from the side. There is almost no doubt that this rapid assassination will bring the sword to a sword
The body hits both ends.
The Moon God regards the Moon Sword as a treasure, and of course he will not let his beloved be destroyed!
In desperation, the moon god turned sideways, sank his sword, and stabs it at Young Master Xiaobai's lower abdomen, and he still wants his life.
But after delaying this, the situation turned sharply. Ziyun came from behind, grabbed the playboy's arm, pulled him up, jumped onto the wall, and fled like a flying escape.
Although the playboy escaped in times of danger, the exquisite wheelchair was tortured.
The moon god's sword stabbed in the wheelchair, and in the glare, a burst of 'crack!' sound of creeping sound was heard.
The wheelchair created by Ouyang Liufeng was shattered into pieces and fragmented scrap iron under the willful stirring of the sword of Queyue, which was as sharp as mud.
"Ah! Ziyun... is so angry!" The moon god was very angry at Ziyun's behavior of saving the young flower boy, but he had nowhere to vent. Muran looked back, but found that Shi Yue covered his shoulders and stared at him blankly.
, and Youlan was crying to sort out the pain on his shoulder blades.
"Dare to show your love in front of me! Damn it!" The moon god didn't think about it, and his charming eyes were brutal, and he stood up and stabbed towards Youlan.
Youlan had been forced to breathe by the strong murderous aura of the Moon God. How could she have the courage to resist?
Shi Yue endured the pain, ignored the scattered sword energy of the Moon God. In times of crisis, he blocked Youlan and used his support to knock Youlan into the iron house and fainted on the ground.
The Moon God's sword was still three inches away and was about to stab Shi Yue's heart. Looking at the helplessness and resentment hidden in his eyes, the Moon God felt soft. He put away his sword, stretched out his little hand, pinched Shi Yue's neck, and pulled him.
He pressed hard against the iron wall.
The fierce impact caused Shi Yue's back to hurt.
The Moon God increased his strength in his hand, pinching Shi Yue's throat hard, tightening it tighter and tighter. He bit his pink lips and said with difficulty: "Don't you regret it? Do you have to force me? I...I can give it to you again
One chance! This...this is the last time!"
"I...I don't regret it!" Shi Yue's breathing difficulty, his cheeks flushed, and he asked back tremblingly: "Sister Moon God, are you willing to bear it? Are you willing to kill me?"
The moon god was stunned, and tears came out from his hot and charming eyes.
She gently touched Shi Yue's red face, and suddenly leaned over, pouted her pink and seductive lips, and wrapped Shi Yue's lips deeply. But she still felt reluctant to leave her kiss like this, and she poked out her bloody little tongue.
Licking Shi Yue's dry lips.
The tongue is smooth and fragrant and sweet. It swam along Shi Yue's cheeks to Shi Yue's ears. It bit Shi Yue's ears and said softly and resolutely: "I can't get what I can't get, no one else can imagine. You are alive...it will only make me more
Pain! Don't blame my sister..."
The sad tears wet the corners of the eyes, flowing through the moon god's red and dizzy face, passing by the bitten pink lips, and then sank on the round and seductive jaw.
She made up her mind, Bai Ni's little hand became stronger and tighter.
Shi Yue's throat was strangled by the moon god, and he could no longer breathe. His mouth was wide open, but his good physical fitness allowed him to persist for longer than ordinary people until his consciousness became hazy and he was still staring at the moon god's tears affectionately.
Rainy eyes.
"Little brother, can't you give your sister a reason not to kill you?" The moon god sobbed in resentment, and the crystal clear tears that were hanging in the jaw. As the moon god's body trembled slightly, he finally broke free from the constraints of his face, vertically.
Dripping down...
"No! Don't kill the big brother!" The little loli staggered out of the iron house, holding the black gold box with difficulty, panting, her eyes full of resentment, begging, "Don't you want a reason?"