"Is this guy, don't you say that these Manjushahua is poisonous? Why are you rushing in? Don't be fainted!"
Yang Zimei muttered while searching for the small figure of ripples.
In the search, I saw a strong, black cloud in the blood -red sea of flowers, and suddenly rose up a group of rich, black clouds ...
Seeing this black cloud, Yang Zimei's heart was stunned, and looking back at Huo Wenhua unconsciously.
Huo Wenhua's face also turned white.
Although he was ready to meet the god of death.
However, the death really came, but he was a little afraid and shrinking.
The world of death is a kind of unknown, the existence of fear.
Is he really going to die?
Huo Wenhua looked at the rich black clouds coldly, and then looked at his brother Huo Wendong.
At this time, Huo Wendong was full of excitement and expectations.
Looking forward to the god of death, Huo Wenhua's soul, and then let it live on this **.
As long as he is reborn, he wants to subvert the bitter days he has lived in the past, and he must use Huo Wenhua's tens of billions to live the most enjoyable life to make up for the shortcomings of the past.
Yang Zimei looked at a black robe complicatedly. The long hair of ink covered most of his face, floating in the air without wind, holding a black sickle in his hand, and stepping on the red Manzanhahua, slowly from the black
The death of the clouds coming out of the clouds!
Black handsome man!
Red Manjushahua!
It constitutes a distinctive visual effect!
This effect makes people want to suffocate!
This kind of death is really handsome to be obsessed!
Since she clearly fell in love with the dragon, Yang Zimei has been having less fancy, but this time she still couldn't help but look at the red heart of the death, and she didn't flow out.
The god of death stepped on the micro -step, and walked towards them with a powerful aura.
The half -like face like Xuehu was cold and cold, and the air around the surrounding air instantly became zero.
Huo Wenhua hid behind Yang Zimei unconsciously, and his voice trembled, "Master Yang, will death be terrible? Will I get a frying pan?"
"Won't."
Yang Zimei comforted him, "Adult Death comes to pick you up in person, which means that there is a good direction after death, don't worry."
Huo Wenhua's heart is still uneasy.
Indeed, in this world, no one can face death frankly!
Even if Yang Zimei, if she knew she was going to die, she would be afraid.
"Brother, don't forget what you promised me!"
Huo Wendong shouted, "You said you want to rebirth your body, kneel down and ask for death!"
Huo Wenhua glanced at Huo Wendong a little disappointed.
However, he didn't kneel!
Even in the face of death, he is still a person with bone air, and his knees cannot be kneeling like this.
Moreover, he also believes that death will not care about begging, but he will only care if he is sincere.
He just wants to use the sincere heart of his brother to move the god of death. He hopes that he can move and promise his request.
With a cold wind, Death came to Yang Zimei in front of Yang Zimei.
"Lord Death, hello!"
When you met again, the two were also familiar with, so Yang Zimei actively greeted him.
The god of death was just like being able to devour everything, and the pupil eyes that were black like black holes glanced at her lightly, with a slight head, and did not speak.