Rakshasa, I saw that the long sword that pierced Rakshasa's chest was glowing with red. The red color was like a rootless wind, instantly seeping into Rakshasa's body.
Rakshasa's body began to age rapidly and began to become ugly quickly...
His face, which was as charming as a mandala from hell, quickly became old and ugly, as if his blood had been drained, and he almost instantly became a skeleton-like person.
This...this...
"Use your man's blood to offer your best blessings to our emperor. Well, that's right." Batgirl stood beside Yaoguang and Rakshasa and smiled upon seeing this.
"This sword... this sword..." Yaoguang instantly tightened his grip on the sword.
Is this the Blood Emperor's sword?
What power is in this sword?
This... this... Rakshasa... Rakshasa...
"Master..." Little Bones shouted in horror.
Its owner is the most powerful, how could it become like this? This long sword... This long sword...
"Beiming Yaoguang, you are so cruel, so cruel. Do you insist on bringing the master to death? Do you have any heart? The master is so kind to you, so kind..." Little Bones almost said
He cried angrily and threw himself in front of Rakshasa. He kept taking out things from his bones and giving them to Rakshasa to apply on his body.
Fluttering light trembled, and his face turned pale for an instant.
Rakshasa is so strong, although her sword is dangerous, it will definitely not kill Rakshasa, but now... now...
No, no, Yao Guang kept shaking his head, it can't be like this, it can't be like this...
Rakshasa, who had been staring hard at Yaoguang, was speechless when he saw Yaoguang, unable to utter a rebuttal. His already blood-red eyes couldn't help but become redder and ready to bleed.
Why? Why?
Is this the woman he likes?
Is this the first time he has entrusted his true heart to a woman?
He was so considerate of her and wanted to hold her in his heart so much, but...
But what is waiting for him? Is it such a betrayal? Is it such a heartache?
Rakshasa looked at Yaoguang, looked at Yaoguang fiercely, his eyes seemed to reflect the Yaoguang in front of him deeply into his mind and into his soul.
He never knew that feelings could hurt people so much.
It was so injured that he could barely feel the pain of the wound, it was so injured that he couldn't feel the body's rapidly disappearing vitality, and it was so hurt that his eyes were so sore that he almost shed tears.
Haha, tears, he has lived for hundreds of years and has never known what tears are.