When Han Hai heard this, his face suddenly became very ugly. Thinking of his desperate escape just now, he couldn't help but despise himself.
He clenched his fists and suddenly flew towards the God of Death, striking first.
The God of Death narrowed his flaming eyes and then stepped forward to fight.
Two figures as fast as lightning, entangled, it was a life-and-death struggle that shook the world and made the ghosts and gods cry.
The affected animals all around fled in droves, and even those who walked slowly were killed by the strong internal force that shattered their heart and lungs.
The wind and clouds change color, and the sun and moon lose their light.
With a loud roar, flames shot up into the sky, sand and rocks flew, and Hanhai's body fell heavily to the ground like a kite with its string broken.
He suddenly vomited blood, the meridians in his body had been severed, and he was already dying.
But the God of Death is still unscathed, standing under the shining sunshine, as majestic as a god descending from heaven to earth.
He looked at the sea ruthlessly, his tone still cold but cruel: "For the sake of my former colleagues, if I don't kill you this time, you can just jump off the cliff."
Hanhai glanced at the bottomless cliff and let out a sad laugh: "The God of Death is indeed worthy of his fame. I, Hanhai, am finally convinced." After he finished speaking, with the last bit of strength, he flew up and headed towards
He jumped off the bottomless cliff.
The God of Death ducked to the edge of the cliff, watched his falling figure disappear into the mist, then turned around and left without emotion.
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In a hotel room.
After Xiahou Huan'er devoured a large portion of the delicacies on the table, she began to grab Longqiao to drink wine.
She was not a good drinker, so after just a few drinks, her face turned as red as rouge, and her beautiful, hazy eyes were filled with a charming brilliance.
Seeing this, Long Qiao couldn't hold back the desire in her heart. Her heart was itching and she wished she could be pushed to the ground right away.
She was not a good drinker, nor was she a good drinker. When she was drunk, she pulled him and started to complain, cursing Dongfang Xing while punching and kicking him.
Long Qiao was a little bit itchy after being punched a few times by her, but when he heard how much she disliked Dongfang Xing, he couldn't help but feel ecstatic.
As long as she hates Dongfang Xing and no longer likes him, then he will have the opportunity to take advantage of her.
Long Qiao helped her pour another glass of wine, unable to hide her joy: "Princess, I have told you before that I am the only one who is sincere to you."
Xiahou Huan'er raised the glass and drank the wine in one gulp. Her misty eyes tried hard to focus on his face, and she giggled: "You are the best to me... I don't want him anymore... It's best...
…he is infected with the virus and will not recover…”
When Long Qiao heard this, her expression suddenly changed. He put his palm on her shoulder and asked in shock: "Princess, what did you just say? What virus did Dongfang Xing contract?"
"Don't wander around...I want to drink...uh...drink..." Xiahou Huan'er pushed him away, grabbed the wine on the table and poured it into his mouth.
"Don't drink it yet. Tell me, is what you just said true? Is Dongfang Xing really infected with the virus?" Long Qiao quickly took away the wine bottle in her hand.
"Idiot...shhh...this is a secret...can't say..." Xiahou Huan'er put her index finger to her lips and made a silencing gesture, then snatched the bottle back and continued drinking.
The God of Death, this mysterious handsome guy, will probably be the male protagonist of the next book~ I’ll keep it for now, ha~ Hanhai’s face suddenly became very ugly when he heard this. Thinking of his lifeless escape just now, he couldn’t help but despise himself.
.
He clenched his fists and suddenly flew towards the God of Death, striking first.
The God of Death narrowed his flaming eyes and then stepped forward to fight.
Two figures as fast as lightning, entangled, it was a life-and-death struggle that shook the world and made the ghosts and gods cry.
The affected animals all around fled in droves, and even those who walked slowly were killed by the strong internal force that shattered their heart and lungs.
The wind and clouds change color, and the sun and moon lose their light.
With a loud roar, flames shot up into the sky, sand and rocks flew, and Hanhai's body fell heavily to the ground like a kite with its string broken.
He suddenly vomited blood, the meridians in his body had been severed, and he was already dying.
But the God of Death is still unscathed, standing under the shining sunshine, as majestic as a god descending from heaven to earth.
He looked at the sea ruthlessly, his tone still cold but cruel: "For the sake of my former colleagues, if I don't kill you this time, you can just jump off the cliff."
Hanhai glanced at the bottomless cliff and let out a sad laugh: "The God of Death is indeed worthy of his fame. I, Hanhai, am finally convinced." After he finished speaking, with the last bit of strength, he flew up and headed towards
He jumped off the bottomless cliff.
The God of Death ducked to the edge of the cliff, watched his falling figure disappear into the mist, then turned around and left without emotion.
1111111111
In a hotel room.
After Xiahou Huan'er devoured a large portion of the delicacies on the table, she began to grab Longqiao to drink wine.
She was not a good drinker, so after just a few drinks, her face turned as red as rouge, and her beautiful, hazy eyes were filled with a charming brilliance.
Seeing this, Long Qiao couldn't hold back the desire in her heart. Her heart was itching and she wished she could be pushed to the ground right away.
She was not a good drinker, nor was she a good drinker. When she was drunk, she pulled him and started to complain, cursing Dongfang Xing while punching and kicking him.
Long Qiao was a little bit itchy after being punched a few times by her, but when he heard how much she disliked Dongfang Xing, he couldn't help but feel ecstatic.
As long as she hates Dongfang Xing and no longer likes him, then he will have the opportunity to take advantage of her.
Long Qiao helped her pour another glass of wine, unable to hide her joy: "Princess, I have told you before that I am the only one who is sincere to you."
Xiahou Huan'er raised the glass and drank the wine in one gulp. Her misty eyes tried hard to focus on his face, and she giggled: "You are the best to me... I don't want him anymore... It's best...
…he is infected with the virus and will not recover…”
When Long Qiao heard this, her expression suddenly changed. He put his palm on her shoulder and asked in shock: "Princess, what did you just say? What virus did Dongfang Xing contract?"
"Don't wander around...I want to drink...uh...drink..." Xiahou Huan'er pushed him away, grabbed the wine on the table and poured it into his mouth.
"Don't drink it yet. Tell me, is what you just said true? Is Dongfang Xing really infected with the virus?" Long Qiao quickly took away the wine bottle in her hand.
"Idiot...shhh...this is a secret...can't say..." Xiahou Huan'er put her index finger to her lips and made a silencing gesture, then snatched the bottle back and continued drinking.
