1155 Chapter 1155 As long as your heart is blood
A short blade pierced straight into his heart.??
There were two grooves on the remaining blade, and a thread of blood flowed down the groove and flowed into the sleeves of Xueyimo's clothes...
Ning Xuemo's heart instantly fell into the ice water, and Xueyimo actually killed the great god!
"You..." Shen Jiuli's deep blue eyes fell on the face of the woman in her arms, as if she was disbelief and disappointed...
He was still holding her, his palm clenched into a fist behind her, and a faint white light flashed. He seemed to want to do something, but he couldn't do it for the moment.
Xue Yimo's face was snow-white. I don't know whether it was because of the injury or fear. He looked at him in his arms, his voice was dull: "I said I want your heart. You promised me too... I just want your heart blood..."
"Then are you all fake to me?" Shen Jiuli's face turned pale.
Xue Yimo lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly, but her voice was cold: "Yes, it's all fake. Forget me!"
She flipped her hands, put away the blood-sucking jade bottle, then slapped his chest with a sudden palm, and slapped him out of the body...
"No!" Ning Xuemo, who had been patiently watching the wall, screamed, feeling so distressed that he seemed to be turning over and rushed over!
Everything suddenly disappeared, the blood-red sedan chair, the blood-blooded god, the snow-clothed moist clothes that suddenly turned against each other disappeared like snow melting, and did not even leave any shadow in her mind, all that was left was heartache!
Her heart really hurts!
It hurts like a knife is still stuck there and never pulled out...
Ning Xuemo opened her eyes tremblingly, and the scenery in front of her was a little blurry. She vaguely saw a man in red and black shaking in front of her.
As all the memories before unconsciousness came back, Ning Xuemo's body instantly stiffened.
If she remembered correctly, she had fallen into Xue Yilan's hands again!
He should be the man who keeps shaking in front of him now...
What is he doing?!
"You...why are you shaking..." Ning Xuemo barely spit out a few words. Perhaps because of the injury, her voice was hoarse.
"Momo, you're awake." One hand stroked her forehead: "It's still a little burning..."
Ning Xuemo shook his head and wanted to push his hand away, but the force was too small, obviously not achieving the effect, as if his head was rubbing in his palm.
Xue Yilan's eyes grew deeper, and a palm was gently pressed on her shoulder: "Momo, don't move, the wound will crack..."
Wound? Ning Xuemo finally remembered the sword that Wu Mo stabbed her. Her heart shrank, her eyes darkened, and she fainted again.
This time she was dreamless and felt the pain in her coma. The pain made her feel dizzy even if she was dizzy.
She also woke up several times in the middle, but people were drowsy, mostly in a daze and fell asleep again.
Every time she woke up, she would see Xue Yilan's figure, right beside her, wiping the cold sweat from the pain on her forehead, healing her wounds, and talking to her.
His voice intermittently in her groggy ears, making her feel a little bored. When she woke up again, she couldn't help but scream: "Shut up--" This scream probably touched the sword wound on her body again. Her heart suddenly hurt and she fainted again.
Chapter completed!