Jie Shuanghua blinked her eyes and looked at He Xilou, who was falling from the sky in surprise.
When life and death are on the verge of death, Jie Shuanghua never thought about anything else. Even if it is death, she just defeated the black dragon and won the Three Kidney Grass.
He Xilou held her in his arms, and all the dangers seemed to be blocked by him.
In an instant, the flowers of the frost were filled with tears.
She was like an exquisite porcelain doll, a soulless puppet, her mind was blank and buzzing.
Jie Shuanghua's eyes were so wide that she was empty and clear, tears fell down, crawling all over her face.
She had never thought about anything, and she even had a firm belief and was ready to die. As long as He Xilou could return to the Eight Kings, what's the difference between having her or not?
She has never complained about the grievances and heart-wrenching pains for days, and she has never been afraid of the mighty and powerful black dragon.
But when He Xilou appeared like a god, she could no longer contain all her emotions, whether it was grievance or anger.
People are often like this, strong and paranoid, and don’t hum even after suffering. But when they are cared for, their grievances are like a volcano erupting and they can no longer be suppressed.
Jie Shuanghua looked at He Xilou with tears in her eyes, and her bloody hands subconsciously hooked He Xilou's neck, and there was a deep affection between her eyebrows and eyes.
Jie Shuanghua went from sobbing silently to crying loudly. She buried her face in He Xilou's chest, and her shoulders shook.
He Xilou rubbed her gently and smelled a strong smell of blood on her body.
In the elegant room on the second floor, Bi Yuling was stunned. Her hands were pressed against the stone wall of the windowsill until she folded her sharp nails and rubbed her skin and bleed.
At this moment, she suddenly realized and woke up like a dream.
He Xilou looked at Jie Shuanghua with a look, which looked very similar to the deep love she had with her many years ago.
The Moon Lord is just a trick, and relieving the frost flowers is a great hatred in his heart.
Biyuling's injured fingers rubbed the windowsill wildly, and she wanted to rush down and strangle Jieshuanghua to death.
He Xilou loves her only and only spoils her. Jie Shuanghua is just a servant.
Biyuling's heart gradually twisted and her face was ferocious.
Luo Tianrui sat on the back chair, his legs overlapped gracefully. He drank a glass of wine, looked at Bi Yuling's back jokingly.
Biyuling is always a brainless person, and her hatred and emotions will be driven by others.
She has no opinion of her own, she says she is kind, but she is selfish.
She left, and she is now coming.
Is there such a good thing in the world, and is there such a deep affectionate man?
No! He Xilou has been fully benevolent and righteous.
Luo Tianrui was picking his eyes and mocking him very much. His eyes fell on Jie Shuanghua, and he felt a desire to possess himself.
He will plunder all the things and people He Xilou loves.
Only in this way can he find a sense of existence in He Xilou.
The battle arena, the black dragon gritted his teeth and opened his eyes wide. He stared at He Xilou and stepped on the ground. In an instant, it seemed like the sky was falling and the earth was cracking. His voice was so loud that it soared into the sky, which was shocking, "I don't care about you."
Who is it? There are rules on the battlefield of fighting. Once you fight, others should not interfere. Do you want to break the rules on the battlefield of fighting?"
"She admits defeat, you still have to kill him?" He Xilou glanced at him sideways.
"She didn't admit defeat, so what if she admits defeat? As the winner of this battle, as long as I don't allow it, she can't leave the battlefield. Want to leave? Yes! Keep your life, otherwise even you will have to go.
No return!"
The black dragon spoke like thunder, and kept walking forward and approaching He Xilou.
At this moment, Qingge and others swept down from the windowsill on the second floor.
Long Shitian frowned and shouted angrily: "Heilong, Lao He is my friend. Today's battle will end here."
When the black dragon saw that it was Long Shitian, he was stunned, and then became angry and his eyes were terrifyingly red.
"Miss Long, it's not that I don't give you face, so where do you put my black dragon's face? Today, the head of this poisonous flower must be kept. Not only that, I also have to hang on the battlefield. This is my victory.
No one can break the rules with medals." The black dragon completely lost his mind in his rage.
Black Dragon is the defender of the battlefield. Every time he defeats a person, he will cut off the head of that person.
Collect the head like a medal.
He wants to hang medals in the most eye-catching place in the battlefield, so that the practitioners coming and going can see his honor.
The black dragon stepped on the ground and flew up, running towards He Xilou and the others.
He Xilou pursed his thin lips. With his current physical strength, it was very difficult to hold Jie Shuanghua, let alone fight against the Black Dragon.
He Xilou is so eager for power.
The huge figure of the black dragon was reflected in He Xilou's eyes. The wind brought by the black dragon when it ran wildly blew towards He Xilou, lifting up the black hair that was slanted on one side, revealing half of the broken ears.
Bi Yuling looked at her half-dead ears and she burst into tears like a touch of emotion.
The young He Xilou didn’t even want her life for her sake. What does the ear she lost for her count?
Biyuling's body trembled coldly.
He Xilou once said that in heaven and earth, he only has the Jade Spirit.
I will never see women other than Jade Spirit again.
Why should he hold Jieshuanghua?
If it weren't for her occasional lost path, how could Jie Shuanghua get the love of He Xilou?
Biyuling was in great pain. She supported her hands in front of the windowsill with both hands. Her legs were weak and she had no strength. If it weren't for her hands, she would have been lying on the ground.
Battlefield, ring.
Qingge frowned when he saw that the Black Dragon had no reason and began to kill.
She swept down the battlefield to stop the Black Dragon.
Suddenly, Long Shitian's expression changed drastically. She jumped up, landed on the ring, and appeared in front of the black dragon.
Long Shitian stretched out his hand and pinched the black dragon's neck, and saw the strong black dragon in her hand like a chicken. Long Shitian threw the black dragon to the ground with his knees, kneeling on the black dragon's chest, pulled the dagger, and crossed the black dragon's neck.
forward.
Long Shitian narrowed his eyes, tilted his head slightly, and said, "Heilong, don't you listen to me?"
The voice is dark and cold as frost.
Suddenly, the black dragon's eyes returned to awake and his sanity.
He looked at Long Shitian's face, and was silent, and couldn't help but tremble.
"Dragon...Miss Long..." Even though it was a powerful black dragon, it became incoherent at this moment.
The light song and eyes are closed, which shows how profound the background of Long Shitian's identity is.
Long Shitian stood up, put away his dagger, clapped his hands, and said, "The Black Dragon will win this battle."
After Long Shitian finished speaking, he walked towards Qingge and He Xilou, "Sanshen Grass is here to you later, bring frost flowers to heal the wounds first."
Jie Shuanghua has been following He Xilou. Before He Xilou was over, Long Shitian had seen Jie Shuanghua.
Long Shitian was serious about it, patted He Xilou on the shoulder and said earnestly: "Old He, do you know what time is? Time is to let you distinguish between a bitch and a good girl. I'm very happy, you
My eyes are no longer blinded by darkness, and I don’t have to go through life and death for the sake of a bitch. The good girl is by your side. If you dare to bear her, my dagger won’t mind piercing your neck.” (To be continued)