Yun Qingluan left for a while and then came back, staring down at Rong Huazheng, "Everything is ready."

Rong Huazheng closed his eyes and remained motionless.

"Playing dead?"

Rong Huazheng remained silent, while Yun Qingluan chuckled lightly, "That's right, it's good to feel the feeling of death in advance, so that you won't be too scared on the road to hell."

Rong Huazheng's face remained expressionless, and after a while her eyelashes fluttered.

Yun Qingluan thought she was scared and didn't want to miss the opportunity to ridicule her. Just as he was about to speak, two people happened to come over and said to Yun Qingluan: "There is only one more time to burn incense before the memorial ceremony begins. Sir, please do it now."

Let’s go to the memorial platform to make preparations.”

"I know." Yun Qingluan turned around and left. After taking two steps, she suddenly returned. She said to the two people: "Although she is controlled now, her martial arts is extremely high. She was originally a scheming person.

Woman, rather than letting her stay here, it is better to take her to the memorial platform and never give her a chance to escape!"

Rong Huazheng's eyelashes fluttered inadvertently.

The two people looked at each other. They both remembered Rong Hua Zheng's prestige on the battlefield and felt that Yun Qingluan's words were very reasonable. Without saying a word, they both bent down and carried Rong Hua Zheng to the memorial platform and climbed onto the memorial platform.

As soon as she got on the memorial platform, a deep voice next to her said something to the two people driving her. Rong Hua Zheng was rudely thrown aside, and several people quickly swarmed around her, all on guard.

The supervisor watched her.

Based on the auras coming from their bodies, Rong Huazheng knew that they were not immortals, but probably wizards from Jingguo.

"Miss Yun, the memorial ceremony is about to begin, please prepare." The adult in charge of the memorial ceremony said calmly.

Prepare? Prepare to die?

You are so open-minded!

Rong Huazheng's lips curved and he said: "Miss Yun, from the time we met until now, no matter how hard I try to hide the contempt in your eyes, I can't hide it. Are you sure you would rather lose yourself for someone you despise?"

Your life? Don’t you ever think this is not a good deal?"

The adult in charge of controlling the memorial ceremony had a cold look in his eyes and did not give Yun Qingluan a chance to speak, "Miss Yun, please!"

Yun Qingluan had to admit that what Rong Huazheng said was the most unwilling thing she had ever been involved in. However, since she had decided to give up her life, she would not give herself a chance to hesitate again, and she did not feel that

What's wrong? The more unwilling she is, the more she will hate her. The more she hates her, the darker the evil spirit will be after her death, and the easier it will be to destroy her more completely!

Even if she dies, she wants to make sure that she doesn't have a chance to stand up!

"Hmph!" Yun Qingluan glared at Rong Huazheng fiercely, approached the man offering the memorial, took the Buddhist incense from his hand, bowed extremely respectfully three times, put the incense in place, and then stepped back respectfully.

Three steps.

As soon as Yun Qingluan stood up, the man handed her a blunt knife stained with animal blood. Yun Qingluan took it without blinking. The adult smiled appreciatively and said softly soothingly: "Miss Yun

, release all your hatred and pain, and I will give you justice on behalf of God."

A lot of nonsense!

"Yun Qingluan, you are so stupid!" Rong Huazheng said with a sneer. With such a blunt knife, how on earth would she have to torture herself to make a deep mark in her skin? How on earth would she die as she wished?

Even death is unpleasant. I have never seen anyone treat me like this!

Yun Qingluan's eyes were covered with red threads, and she gritted her teeth and glared at Rong Huazheng, "Who do you think caused me to look like this!" After saying this, madness ignited in her eyes, and then, everything

He held a blunt knife tightly in his pursed lips and slashed his neck hard!

Rong Huazheng didn't know how hard Yun Qingluan used the knife. Anyway, when she couldn't help but open her eyes, she saw a big gash in Yun Qingluan's neck. The wound was so open that blood was pouring out.

After coming out, the placket of her chest was dyed red in a few seconds. Yun Qingluan seemed not to feel the pain, staring in the direction of Rong Huazheng, with a small smile of victory on his lips.

Rong Huazheng looked at her smile quietly, watching her legs soften due to excessive blood loss, her whole body slowly falling like a tired butterfly, and finally fell to the ground...

She stared at Rong Huazheng closely, her mouth opening and closing.

She didn't speak out loud, but Rong Huazheng understood her meaning.

She said: "I will wait for you on the road to hell. No matter where I go, I will never let you go..."

Rong Huazheng sighed lightly, closed his eyes gently and stopped looking at her.

The scene was silent for a moment, and the adult ordered: "Send Miss Yun to the altar."

After I came here and smashed it, I saw clearly that the altar was rectangular, about three meters long and at least one meter wide. There were a lot of dry wood piled on the altar. Rong Huazheng saw the design of the altar and took another look.

Those firewood, my heart suddenly sank! They actually wanted to burn Yun Qingluan!

Thinking of this, Rong Huazheng couldn't help but open his eyes and saw that Yun Qingluan's mouth was still moving. She was not dead yet. Such a blunt knife should not be able to cut her throat. According to Yun Qingluan,

Qingluan's breathing could be guessed that Yun Qingluan would have to wait at least two sticks of incense before she breathed her last. It would be cruel to cremate her before she breathed her last.

Is this what is called the more painful the more hate?

She sighed softly and closed her eyes. It was her own fault, and Rong Huazheng didn't pity her. Besides, she didn't have time to pity her. She couldn't protect herself now.

As long as Yun Qingluan dies, as long as that adult collects Yun Qingluan's evil spirit, she will definitely die!

If she wants to survive, she must save herself!

Listening to the sounds of the people around her carrying Yun Qingluan to the altar, she felt that they were about to gather back to her. A strange smile escaped from the corner of her lips, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Yun Qingluan and the adult.

At that moment, the rope around her body suddenly came loose!

Just as she was about to stand up, someone noticed her movement and opened her mouth wide. Rong Huazheng ignored him and flew a dart towards the paying homage to the adult before his voice came out. Someone noticed it in time and immediately

He stepped forward to block it, and the dart was inserted into the man's throat without any bias. The man's eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground!

Others also noticed such a big movement and shouted loudly: "Protect your lord!"

Naturally, other people saw Rong Huazheng's actions. For a moment, everyone became angry and started to use it.

"Catch her!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Rong Huazheng had already stood up. People around her were about to approach her. When she narrowed her eyes, the rope on her body was instantly shattered!

Others gasped. Didn't she have no internal strength? How could she still smash such a big rope?!

Rong Huazheng sneered at the corner of her lips, ignoring the surprised looks of others, rows of silver needles flew from her sleeves to all directions like raindrops!

"Protect your lord!" a calmer voice shouted loudly, "arrest her! Don't let her get close to your lord!"

As soon as this sound was heard, everyone present took action one after another, trying to catch Rong Hua Zheng.

Rong Huazheng's target was the man in charge of the memorial ceremony. However, at this moment, she was surrounded by a strong human wall and could not escape!

Rong Huazheng's internal strength has been frozen to the point where she has not lost her special skills, and her ability to use hidden weapons is top-notch. No matter how good her martial arts skills are, those people will not be able to hurt her! However, Rong Huazheng

The pain in her body actually didn't ease at all. She was very uncomfortable, but she knew that if she wanted to survive, she had to kill the adult in charge of the memorial ceremony!

If Yun Qingluan died and he collected her evil spirit, then she would really be hopeless!

For this reason, she will endure it no matter how painful it is, and even if it is impossible, she will try to fight her way out!

Waiting for death will never appear in the dictionary of her life!

Since it was the only way out, Rong Huazheng naturally took it upon herself to fight. Regardless of all the advantages and pains on her body, she fought bloody battles alone in the powerful human wall! The sword on her body had already been struck by someone when she fainted.

After taking it away, she didn't have that decent weapon on her body. Faced with the opponent's sword and other attacks, she could only use hidden weapons to resist!

The hidden weapon in her hand was fired out one after another. There were so many people present that it would take her a long time even if each weapon was able to kill one person. Besides, the most people present were undead. If she didn't break their heads, she wouldn't be able to do it.

She can't kill them, so her chances of winning are slim anyway.

Therefore, not only was she unable to get closer to the man offering sacrifices, but she was even restrained by those people. Seeing that she was about to fall into the hands of those people again, the pain in Rong Huazheng's body became more and more unbearable, and her heart felt

She is anxious and restless, as well as all kinds of other reluctances and longings. She doesn’t want to die. She has children and a husband. She loves them so much. She hasn’t told them how much she loves them and how much she wants to be with them.

Life, how could she just leave?

Rong Huazheng felt very uncomfortable when she thought of this. She didn't have many hidden weapons on her body. Facing the hail of bullets in front of her, she couldn't dodge, and her arm was cut open by a sword!

"Ugh!" Rong Huazheng groaned in pain. The cut on her arm was so deep that the bones were visible. Her hands began to become inflexible when using concealed weapons. She lost her ability to fire concealed weapons several times, and she was despairing.

At this time, she suddenly heard

There was a burst of chaotic footsteps, and before she had time to think about it, she caught a glimpse of several familiar figures crossing the wall of people as light as a swallow and coming to her side. They held their swords and swung them with a sword like a rainbow, cutting several people.

Personal attempt to hurt her throat!

"It's you..."

There were four people who jumped towards her in one fell swoop, and all four of them were members of the Yuwen family!

Yuwen Zhai, Yuwen Guang, Yu Wenlin and Yuwen Xiyan!

The dead man swung the knife as fast as lightning. During this period, he was distracted and looked at Rong Huazheng. Seeing her unprecedented embarrassment, something flashed in the black eyes of the three of them. Anger was burning in their eyes. His attacks were even more ruthless, and everyone was cut off with just one hand.

An immortal head!

"Sister Zheng!" Yuwen Xiyan came over to take care of her, "We are all here. Brother Can sent out many elite soldiers and generals, and even Brother Can came in person."

Rong Huazheng twitched the corner of her mouth and smiled. She turned her eyes, and her eyes immediately collided with the eyes of the god-like man not far away. His black eyes stared at her tightly, as if he had a thousand words.

There were thousands of words, but the most tenderness and pity in them were still there. He looked at her steadily and commanded sternly: "Surround this place. No one here except the Queen will be spared!"

"yes!"

The others immediately responded to the order.
To be continued...