The frown of the woman in her arms deepened, beads of sweat the size of beans trickled down on her forehead, her eyelids kept trembling, and she tried to open them but was unable to do so. You can imagine how difficult and painful it was for her.
Shao Kefan had regained his composure from the mania just now, restrained the anger that could drive him crazy at any time, hugged Jian Xin tightly, thinking about how to deal with it, and held the brocade quilt tightly with one hand. Unknowingly, the brocade quilt was soaked with sweat.
He had had a confrontation with King Ling and had a deep understanding of how powerful he was now. If there was no other effective way, unless King Ling left voluntarily, Jian Xin would have been pestered endlessly. However, King Ling used Jian Xin to fall into a dream.
Xin, how to expel him from the dream?
"Let me go..."
The lips opened and closed silently a few times, but it stimulated Yin Sizai. The kiss became more intense, as if it was never tired. The light liquid and the cold tongue swirled around in her mouth. His hands left her shoulders and held her face,
Rub your thumb on your cheek, gently and carefully.
"Jian Xin, if possible, I really want you to never wake up, but one year on earth is one day in hell..." The low voice of the ghost sounded again in the dark space, without any echo, as if the flame was short-lived
One jump.
Jian Xin suddenly opened her eyes and stared at him, "Don't come again. I don't want to see you at all. I didn't expect you to be an out-and-out beast."
Prince Ling paused, and an imperceptible sadness flashed through his stiff eyes. Then, his movements suddenly sped up, as if a strong wind was raging, roaring low, sweeping up rocks one after another, injuring himself and passers-by.
The pain stabbed by the cold needle did not stop for a long time, spreading throughout the body, and the will to resist almost collapsed. Jian Xin opened her eyes helplessly, humiliation, anger, and hatred, like floating bubbles, shrouded her head, but kept rising.
I don't even have the strength to break it with my hands.
She would rather be burned by the fire and suffer from the pain in the Yiwei Palace fire than bear such humiliation.
When the ghost body collapsed on her body, she felt an indescribable relief. However, it seemed that she had lost the most important thing, which made her embarrassed to face the person who was calling her to wake up. A tear finally fell from the corner of her eyes.
Come.
Prince Ling's lips left her, and his body slowly floated up. The black robe closed automatically, wrapping the pale body of the ghost. His cold eyes stared at her quietly, with no expression on his face. He saw her crying silently, her eyes narrowed.
After a while, microwaves are complicated and difficult to understand.
"Jian Xin." Ming Ling, who was floating parallel to her, pursed her lips tightly, and the voice that sounded in her chest was full of emotion, "I know you can't fall in love with me. In this case, just hate me, even if you hate me to the depths of your heart."
Unforgettable, for me, huh, it’s the same.”
But Jian Xin couldn't hear anything. Her brain seemed chaotic and blank. She stared into the dark dream night with tearful eyes, and the fuzzy black masses spread and gathered.
"Shameless! And how pitiful it is to only rely on despicable means to obtain hatred."
A voice sounded indifferently, but it hid endless hatred. The red clothes floated out of the faint white light that enveloped Jian Xin and Yin Sizai. At the same time, circles of golden light spread quickly, sharp
It was as if thousands of swords were fired at the edge, stabbing Yin Si Zai who was caught off guard.
In the last battle, the shorter phantom sword glowed with a faint white light, slicing straight through Yin Si Zai's neck. Wherever it was swung, the darkness spun into a short column of air. It was as fast as lightning, carrying General Ming with it.
The momentum of the Spirit Skull's spread was only half a foot away, making it impossible to avoid it.
There was a hint of surprise in his cold eyes. He could only force himself into a dream by being a ghost, not a living person. How could he...?
Jian Xin was also shocked. How could Shao Kefan enter her dream? A living person cannot incarnate and break into other people's thoughts. Could it be that for her, he actually... She couldn't imagine it, and her heart was empty and pale.
, but the tears in his eyes accumulated more and more, and continued to flow down the corners of his eyes.
The Phantom Sword and the Fanhui Curse were fired at the same time. The speed was very fast, the distance was short, and it was unexpected. In addition, Yin Si Zai dodged for a moment and waved the sleeves of his black robe to block it. Countless rays of the Fanhui Curse passed through it.
After passing through the body of the ghost spirit, it continued to disperse into the wider night, dissipating at the far edge, like a bright flame. When the phantom spirit sword passed through the throat, the evil spirit waved by the black sleeves whipped up a gust of wind, and the dream night was churning,
Like ten thousand black horses galloping and neighing, they kicked towards Shao Kefan.
Shao Kefan raised his hand in the air, hugged Jian Xin into his arms, and quickly retreated. The Phantom Sword struck at the evil aura one after another. The evil aura surged like an impregnable city wall. He used all his strength to open a gap with difficulty.
Looking through the gap, he saw that Yin Sizai was not chasing after them, but looked coldly at the two people who were walking away. He touched his neck with contempt with one hand, and the hole closed. He faced them with the palm of his other hand and only made a slight movement.
With the movement of pulling back, the evil spirit was actually reduced. Although the oncoming pressure was still suffocating, it was not life-threatening.
Shao Kefan suddenly realized that King Ling was already the body of a ghost, and the sword stabbing his throat had no effect on him at all. He was just afraid of hurting Jian Xin. He stared at the black-robed ghost with sharp eyes, wishing that he would be wiped out in ashes.
The sword light of the spirit sword became stronger and stronger one after another, splitting countless small cracks in the evil spirit that had removed the secret technique.
A despicable smile appeared on the corner of Yin Sizai's mouth, "Shao Kefan, in my eyes, you are just a waste. One day on earth and one year in hell, I will not spend time with you anymore, haha." As he spoke, his body gradually disappeared until he disappeared.
There seemed to be a trace of scornful smile left at the corner of his mouth just now.
Wisps of evil spirit flowed away in all directions, like a ragged black cloth blown away by the wind. The Phantom Sword waved away the last trace of evil spirit, and was taken back to his waist in the incantation. Only then did Shao Kefan have the energy to bow his head to Jian in his arms.
Xin, the bruises on her shoulders and lower body were particularly conspicuous. The ghost spirit that should be wiped out once again defiled his beloved woman. How could he not hate it? Such hatred filled his chest and mind, which was enough.
Make a person crazy.
Jian Xin looked into a pair of blood-red eyes, and the flames in them were about to burst out, making his face even more pale. He moved his lips and sipped a salty tear, "I'm sorry."
Shao Kefan's hand touched the bruise on her shoulder, and his voice was hoarse but soft, "I don't blame you, but you have been wronged. Let's go out first! Otherwise, I'm afraid I will never wake up."
Jian Xin was shocked. Before she had time to ponder the huge meaning of this sentence, the slender hand with knuckle bones had already covered the back of her head. The palm of her hand moved, infusing a force that spread throughout her body, like a spring breeze sending rain, and opening up her five senses.
, she woke up so much that it hurt a little, and she struggled to open her eyelids.
The curtain was drooped, and the light pink and light green brocade quilt was tightly wrapped around her. The temperature of her body gradually rose. However, when her hand touched Shao Kefan's cheek, she felt an even colder bone-chilling feeling than when she was raped by King Ling.
Suddenly, unspeakable grief surged into my heart, and my whole body seemed to have been drained of all strength, and suddenly became limp.
His face was very cold. However, she thought it was because of the onset of winter. She didn't think much about it. When her hand slid over the high bridge of his nose, she couldn't help but tremble. There was no breath at all. It was really...
He was not breathing, his nose and mouth were cold, and there was no sign of life.
The speculation in the dream became reality. In the dream night, she didn't dare to think about it deeply, but when she woke up, she had to face it with her own eyes. With trembling hands, she picked up his upper body and stared at that pale face in disbelief.
, teach her how to believe that he, who was unparalleled in martial arts and resourcefulness, was actually... dead?!
Because he couldn't tolerate her being raped, he gave up his life without hesitation, gave up the mountains and rivers he had always been attached to, separated his soul from his body, and expelled the demon in his dream. However, why was he so stupid? King Ling would definitely leave, but he
There is no way he can come back. He has always been smart, so why is he so confused now?
"Ke Fan..." She said his name and shook him. Seeing that he didn't respond, she called a few more times and the shaking force became much stronger. No tears could be shed from her eyes, but the pain was severe.
, I have never felt so uncomfortable, as if my eyes were gouged out, "Ke Fan... wake up soon, and... we will get married in more than a month..."
She pulled up the brocade quilt, wrapped the two of them together tightly, and hugged him tightly, but her body couldn't stop shaking. She buried her head in his neck. She felt that her forehead was painful and tired, but she had no sleepiness.
The earth is exceptionally sober, as if the sea has changed several times, making everything feel like a dream.
Is it true that she is still in the dreamy night that she was forced into by the King of Tombs and has not yet come out? So, what is going on with this cold body in her arms? He is indeed dead! He is indeed dead...
All the things she did tonight, being brutally ravaged by King Ling, finally waking up, and facing his death again, were enough to make her give up the idea of living. She came to the wilderness for almost nine years, so many ups and downs, life and death, and in the end,
What did she get? Then, it would be better to go with him, or stay with him as the undead.
She raised her right hand with a blank expression and aimed it at her left heart. A ball of extremely cold Puyuan Ten Styles of cold energy gathered in her palm, using the cold air to cut off her heart and instantly freeze her internal organs. This was naturally the best.
, she was already in unbearable pain.
Looking at his face for the last time, a melancholy smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his body stopped shaking, he closed his eyes, and with a movement of his palm, he forced the cold energy towards his heart.
"Bang." There was a muffled sound, and something exploded. Was it the sound of a ruptured chest? Jian Xin opened her eyes subconsciously, only to see that she was intact, but there was a hole in the wall opposite the big bed, and the night and
The light of the palace lanterns intersects between them, making them ambiguous.
"Jian Xin, what are you going to do?" A familiar voice sounded doubtfully and urgently, and there was a slight hot wind blowing in her ears. Jian Xin stiffened and lowered her head. Shao Kefan was slowly leaving her shoulder, and she didn't know.
Why, it seemed that she couldn't adapt to it, her face gradually turned red, her eyes were dark, and her hand was placed across her chest, maintaining a posture to ward off the cold air.
"I thought you had..." Jian Xin covered her mouth and stared at him steadily, her eyes sparkling, whether it was too much joy or tears, how could it be... However, no matter what, he did not die. This was the last moment.
Okay, there is nothing more gratifying than this. She hugged him tightly and her voice softened, "I thought you had..." The following words were still unspeakable, as if they were a curse.