What Mustache felt was a familiar aura that was even more terrifying than death. Dying only hurts once, but being taken away by the chakra shards would cause pain for a lifetime.
But at this moment, he didn't have much leeway. His body had just stood firm for less than a second, and even before the hairs on his body had fully stood up, Sang Jie delivered a fatal blow from behind. The blade shuttled through like light.
Coming, it was about to pierce into Mustache's chest almost instantly. He had no way to retreat. He stepped back slightly and immediately stepped on the edge of the cauldron.
He gritted his teeth and reluctantly took a step diagonally with all his strength. In this case, it was almost impossible to avoid the fatal blade while maintaining the absolute balance of his body. He took a step, and the cauldron was filled with smoke.
The pale light has spread to more than half of the tripod, and Mustache can't stand still. A master of Sang Jie's level has a super ability to deal with enemies. After missing a blow, he knew that this was Mustache's last chance to dodge. He waited for the next moment.
The second blow was sent out, and there was no way he could dodge it.
The light of the sword flashed again. Before the first sword had completely stopped, Sang Jie quickly changed the direction of the sword and slashed towards Xiaozi. Xiaozi could no longer be distracted, and he didn't know how to deal with it with all his strength.
It couldn't be avoided. The terrifying sword light forced Xiaozi to continue to dodge with all his strength in an unbalanced state. Sangjie directly blocked Xiaozi's path, unable to advance even half an inch. The only way out was behind him, but behind him
It's a big cauldron filled with faint light.
Mustache's mind seemed to freeze instantly. As a master, he knew what kind of desperate situation he was in, and there was no chance of survival. Bosiba might not kill Mustache immediately like Sangjie, but he
It's too late to stop him now.
At least half of the soles of his two feet are in the air. As long as he steps back a little bit, even a very short little bit, his whole body will be forced to fall back due to loss of control. If this happens, there is only one ending, Mustache
Will fall into the cauldron.
His thoughts gradually stopped as death approached. With no chance of survival, Mustache almost stopped struggling and resisting. He used all his strength and just wanted to turn his head and look back again. He knew,
Jialuorong was very close to him, very close, and he just wanted to take a look at her again.
But before he could turn his head away, he suddenly felt a great force coming from behind him. The force came from a pair of weak hands.
Jia Luorong suddenly rushed over from the other side of the cauldron. It was impossible for her to directly cross such a wide distance, but she didn't want to do so. Her purpose was obvious. She just wanted to push Mustache away.
Well, she knew that as long as this man recovered a little from this disadvantage, he would immediately start to fight back and survive.
Everything else is no longer important to Jialuorong. She doesn't know and doesn't care about the dangers of the dim light inside the cauldron. She only has one idea, to let the man she likes live.
. Even if he died because of this, he would not have any complaints or regrets.
All this happened so fast, Jia Luorong's strength could only push the mustache. She suddenly rushed over and pushed the mustache, and her body quickly fell into the cauldron.
Mustache relied on this power as a conditioned reflex, turning his body forward and rushing forward. The light of the knife swiped across his chest and tore through two layers of clothes. At the same time, Jia Luorong had already fallen into the In the cauldron, an aura quickly filled the air, as if the devil was being sacrificed. Except for Mustache, no one had experienced this aura. But this aura seemed to be born with mystery and magic, and it shocked Sang Jie, and even those who followed. of Bosiba.
Bosiba didn't want Mustache to die. He wanted to get back the doomsday prophecies and everything surrounding the holy artifact. Jialuorong's actions gave Mustache a little life, and Bosiba quickly rushed over and attacked. Kill Sangjie.
Mustache could finally turn his head, but when he turned his head, what he saw was the scene of Jia Luorong falling into the cauldron, and what he saw was a piece of her clothes.
A faint halo engulfed Jia Luorong. She had no pain or sorrow. Her eyes seemed to penetrate everything, and all the last words she wanted to say were conveyed to Xiao Hu.
"Xiang Tengxiao, my man, you have to live well." Jialuorong's eyes immersed in the light were very peaceful. She was trying hard to take another look at the mustache, but it was no longer possible: "I thought so much. Walk with you, keep walking with you until the end of life. Am I very greedy? Grandma said that greedy people will never be happy..."
"No! No!!!" Mustache let out a heartbreaking cry, and he turned around and threw himself next to the cauldron.
Jialuorong's body slowly seemed to turn into a puff of smoke, twisting rapidly, as if it was instantly burned away by a ball of flames with an unimaginably high temperature, leaving only a very, very vague mark. She was not there No more, no longer in this world.
Mustache's heart was broken, completely broken, shattered. He suddenly felt severe pain attacking him, the pain was so painful that he couldn't breathe, and the pain was so painful that he even forgot to shed tears. For the first time in his life, his eyes became dull and helpless. God. He searched blankly in the rolling light, hoping to see Jialuorong's eyes again.
But he couldn't see it anymore, and there was only a faint sound that kept echoing in his ears.
"Xiang Tengxiao, my man, you know, I am very reluctant to let you go... I want to be with you, but I am afraid that if I die, no one in this world will truly love you. .You will be lonely and cold, but I know that I can't go on walking by your side. You have to live well. In the future, not too far away, you will meet another woman who makes your heart beat and makes you care. You can love her, you can miss her, and you will have a lovely doll. When you are happy, you may slowly forget me. But I beg you to occasionally, very occasionally, think of me. There once was a girl named Jia Luorong. The girl, she loves you and is attached to you..."
Mustache forgot about the killing around him and the danger. He lay down on the edge of the cauldron, and his body gradually curled up into a ball. He grabbed his hair with both hands, holding it very tightly, holding on for dear life. But this could not alleviate the pain in his heart, the kind of pain that made people want to die immediately.
"No, no..." Mustache's tears fell into the cauldron drop by drop, falling into the dim light, and the teardrops turned into a puff of smoke.
He never dared and didn't want to believe that the girl who was as calm, quiet and pure as a snowdrop would never be around again, and he would never see her again.
In life, there are always some people who will appear. The moment they appear, everything about them seems to burn with them, as gorgeous and colorful as fireworks. But some people are destined to bloom for just a moment, like fireworks, and then Disappearing forever, leaving either sad or beautiful marks. These marks remain in the sky, in the heart, and in every corner that memory can touch. She is a person destined to die in life.
No more, no more. When the most important person in your life passes away forever in front of your eyes, no one can bear it, including Xiao Hu.
He will not forget the oath he made in his heart. Jialuorong's life is as short as a shooting star. Mustache once vowed that no matter when and where, he will do his best to make Jialuorong happy in his life. Be safe and happy as you approach the end.
"Xiang Tengxiao, you broke your promise!" Mustache turned over, his eyes lost their sparkle, and the gray fog shrouding his eyes became thicker. He felt that the whole world had fallen into eternal darkness. What was he doing? He couldn't see or hear anything. Those words that made him bleed were lingering in his ears, and the shadow of Jialuorong was in his heart.
Bosiba intercepted Sangjie and was fighting. At this time, Lao Zhao and Duoji both rushed over from the edge of the gap. The two of them didn't know the details of what happened, but when they saw the body with the mustache twitching into a ball, Lao Zhao Tears streamed down his face. He didn't need to ask or think too much. He knew this childhood friend too well. If his heart hadn't been completely ripped out, Mustache wouldn't have cried.
"Xiao Xiang! Get up!" Lao Zhao held back the tears in his eyes and pulled up his mustache.
Mustache's head was groggy, and it wasn't until Lao Zhao dragged him up that he regained some consciousness. But this consciousness soon began to spread, making Mustache wake up, because he saw what he was talking to Bosi. Sangjie fought to the death.
If it hadn't been for Sang Jie's mid-assassination, Mustache would not have fallen into a near-death predicament, and Jialuorong would not have died so early. Mustache's dazed and dull eyes seemed to have been activated, regaining their coldness.
True coldness, without any emotion.
"Kill him!" Even Old Zhao couldn't seem to recognize Mustache's voice, which turned as ice-like in an instant.
Mustache held the alloy tube, but no matter how cold he was, the scene before Jialuorong disappeared was forever fixed in his mind. When he thought that he would never see her again, Mustache's tears fell silently.
Yes, he is crying, but he is also killing people.
Killing with tears.
"Go away!" Lao Zhao squeezed his way into the battle group between Bosiba and Sang, blocking Bosiba. Duoji stood next to him with a gloomy look on his face, and the skull that was about to be broken kept turning in place. Anyone dares to despise a wizard who is not dead yet. The two of them only stopped Bosiba, but would not interfere with Mustache's murder. They all knew that Mustache must kill Sang Jie with his own hands.
"kill!"
Mustache's body was filled with a surge of blood. He had endured it for a long time. The disappearance of Jialuorong was undoubtedly a fatal fuse. Everything was ignited.
There is absolutely no one in this world who can calmly face the completely explosive Xiang Tengxiao, absolutely no one.