Hua Lang was really confused. He turned around and took a big blame.

He admitted that he was an undercover agent and that he came with the idea of ​​​​wiping out the rebels and saving the Holy Vein from the beginning.

He was not surprised to be caught and tortured to death. He was fully mentally prepared when he came here.

The boss also told him about this and repeatedly emphasized that this mission was very dangerous. If he had any concerns, he would send other volunteers there.

But Hualang is young and high-spirited, and he has ambitions beyond ordinary people. If he shrinks back now, he will never be able to reach that height. He will lose the opportunity because of timidity, and even he himself cannot forgive him.

Only then did I come here, and only now am I standing here, covered in blood, and death is imminent.

But the problem is that he really doesn’t know where those holy veins have gone, and he is not the one who saved the people. He hasn’t had time to save them yet——

Hua Lang felt so aggrieved for the first time.

If he had saved someone, he would have walked on the road he chose, even if he was willing to die. However, what happened to him was that he was beaten so violently for nothing that he even doubted that he could survive.

It's really infuriating to survive the arrival of those dead ghosts!

Who told him to take such a big blame?!

Ning Xia, who was hiding in the small black box, sneezed heavily and stared at the scene in front of her without blinking.

Wang Zixu was so angry that this guy still dared to speak harshly. He knew that those who were greedy for money were just smelly and hard rocks that could not be lifted and their feet would hurt after being kicked.

For a long time, he failed to bribe a few informants, and they were still small pawns with little effect on the fringe. It was not until a few days ago that he spent a lot of money to win over a big shot who was greedy for his own ace.

Unexpectedly, the person who pried it was useless, but he suffered a big loss. All the sword slaves in this batch were lost. Oh, Ning Xia, who was given as a free phone bill, was not taken seriously by him at all.

At this moment when the Emperor Sword has not yet been found, the biggest fear is that something will go wrong. If the guy they are looking for is among this group, wouldn't they be so angry?

In short, it is imperative to find the lost sword slave. Thinking of this, Wang Zixu's men moved a little harder, and the powerful spiritual pressure hammered Hua Lang until the wound burst open and blood flowed.

"I changed my mind. Since you are so loyal, I will fulfill your wish, and I will fulfill your life as well."

Prince Xu let go and stepped on the opponent's feet: "Come here, bring it up."

Hua Lang couldn't lift his head at all now. His whole body was so heavy that his insides seemed to be squeezed out. He was so confused that he couldn't distinguish the scene in front of him. He didn't know what this man was going to do, and he didn't intend to let him do it anyway.

Fortunately, all he knew was that his insides were in chaos, foreign spiritual energy was wandering around, entangled in his Zifu, and he was going to be destroyed.

Seeing the group of people carrying something similar to a cross, Ningxia felt a little chilly. It looked like the situation was not good.

Prince Xu bent his knees, raised Hua Lang's head with his fingertips, and asked leisurely: "How is it? It's not too late to tell now." His tone was soft and soothing, as intimate as speaking to a lover's pet.

The poor man was now so bloody that he could not support his head. He had to rely on the enemy's strength to lift his head.

Prince Xu stared straight at the pair of eyes that now seemed hazy and hazy for a long time. His hand suddenly let go without any warning, and he fell to the deck hard. Blood spurted out and fell on the corners of his robe, staining it red.

A large piece of white clothing.

"Unfortunately." The prince Xu Meiyu was full of haze. He also intended to find a slightest soft intention and retreat from the other party's eyes, but in the end he saw a dead silence from the other's eyes.

Hua Lang was tied tightly by the limbs and hung on the cross. This man had already hurt his bones. Even if there was a cross to forcibly support it, he had to hang it softly on the side, and even the skull was skewed sideways aside.

If it wasn't for the other side's slightly twitched hands and feet, the rude breasts with a slight ups and downs, Ningxia thought that this guy was already a dead person.

The situation is not good. In the darkness, Ningxia's finger tightened, twitched slightly, and his throat tightened for a while.

This person seems to be here to save those "sword slaves". A position is suspected to be a positive guy, and he is about to die.

This is not the first time in Ningxia to see people die, nor is she the first time she has indirectly hurt others. Every time, every time in Ningxia, Ningxia's heart will be harder. Although it is inevitable, she will be sad and guilty.

She was born from a highly civilized modern society, where her lives are the most unspeakable iron laws in this society. But she came here. A society where a monk is respected. Here are the most worthless things.

Since her cultivation, she has witnessed countless life passing, or died vigorously. Even if she died, someone still remembered that he had killed the world for him. Or he died very humblely. His death was worse than a dust.

Then, then

But no matter which one is, it is so irresistible to die. There is an unexpected situation in the sky, and people may encounter human disasters.

Weight, cultivation as the sky, may also be known to die.

Ningxia is very lucky. She has a small black box. Even if she does not want to rely on it, she has to admit that this thing saves her, making her farther away from anyone.

, Enemies, companions, strangers ... she can't save them, she never knows. Otherwise, it is her.

Until now, now, she is still inevitable that she feels trembling, sad, guilt. But her heart is becoming increasingly strong and hard.

She knew that seeing death was unavoidable. Unless she died, she would never face death forever.

To this day, another person is about to come to her in front of her. She looks down, her look is dim, but she has no power. Such power, she can only turn into a powder with the other party.

After all, she is a selfish person.

She can only secretly expect, faster, faster. If there is really true God, please lift the eyelids a little to bless the person in front of the eyes.

"Touch-" A response to Ningxia was a more intense shock. This time, it seemed to be even worse than the last time. The whole ship was flipped to the left. Finally, the buoyancy of the ship stabilized.

"Isn't it for you to send someone to repair it?" A prince Xu, who hadn't stabilized a few steps, drank angrily. Too many cases, he told him that he was extremely irritable and lost the calmness of the past.
Chapter completed!