The strange black aura in the puppet's hand also slapped Mo Linghan's chest suddenly.

There was a reassured and evil smile on the corner of his mouth, and black and red blood was gushing in his chest, but Mo Linghan's eyebrows didn't frown.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Following Wuming No. 1's astonished gaze, the puppet and Mo Linghan fell down at the same time.

The puppet was stabbed and killed with a heavy blow, and completely died. But Mo Linghan didn't die like everyone else, and he was still holding on with a breath.

Watching this terrifying scene.

The movement of the nine-tone fingertips condensed petals.

He slowly lowered his head, his dark and shiny eyes looked at Mo Linghan, and after a while he spoke, he still spoke indifferently as before: "What are you doing?"

"Ahem!"

"Didn't I tell you to avoid it just now?"

Mo Linghan's face was pale, and black and red blood was overflowing from the place attacked by the black air. He held the sword with one hand and looked up at the cold and noble figure in front of him with difficulty.

"I cough, cough."

"I am afraid that I can't stop you from danger anymore. I don't know what's wrong with me. I should have wanted to kill you, but when I see you in danger, I instinctively don't want you to be hurt." Mo Linghan stared at Jiuyin's face directly, and there was no longer the disgust in the depths of his eyes.

Even with expectations.

I hope to see the worry and movement on this face in front of me.

Once upon a time, when Feng Qingyun hated him and hated him, he blocked the sword for her like now. Because of that sword, Feng Qingyun completely forgave him.

Mo Linghan is betting on his own sacrifice, which will bring Jiuyin's guilt and forgiveness.

He is also gambled, using his own life to bet Jiuyin will move and let go of his past grudges, and then use the pill of resurrection to save him.

pity!

Mo Linghan is about to be disappointed.

The person opposite was not Feng Qingyun. She was really cold-blooded and cold-blooded. Her eyes when she looked at him were so cold, without any worries or movements, and ruthlessly chilling.

"You cough, cough!"

"Are you really not moved at all? Are you still resenting me. Are you doing what you did to you before?" Mo Linghan's eyes were filled with undetectable pain, and his voice was filled with a few trembling slight trembling.

When he learned of the murder of Wuming No. 1, the first thing he thought of was that Feng Qingyun might harm her.

Mo Linghan didn't know what was wrong with him, whether he had hit her magic.

But whenever he saw Feng Qingyun, Jiuyin's figure flashed involuntarily in his mind. She was indifferent and taciturn, as she wanted, and was calm and unyielding to no one to defeat her.

That's the comparison!

Mo Linghan's heart became increasingly uncontrollable. Jiuyin's figure went everywhere like air, but Feng Qingyun was so pretentious and annoying in her comparison.

Seeing Mo Linghan's breath becoming weaker and weaker, Jiuyin straightened up with a cold face: "Why are this palace moved?"

Hearing this sentence.

Mo Linghan felt that his consciousness was about to be dissipated, and his blood was stained all over the floor. Could it be that he was still holding on: "Well, I have done so many things that hurt you in the past, and I have let you down."

"Now I give you my life to offset the previous harm. For today's matters, can you forgive me?"

Jiuyin looked calm: ""
Chapter completed!