Her pretty face was decisive, and she had obviously made up her mind.
Feng Xiaoxun was angry: "Very good, then you can die!"
He hates someone who uses death to threaten him!
Especially the beloved woman...
As soon as he turned around, he didn't believe that she would really seek death for those people. After all, she was afraid of pain, right?
How could he, Feng Xiaoxun, take her?
If he compromises this time, wouldn’t she be sure of him in the future?
As soon as he turned around, a strange sound came from behind him. It was the blunt sound made by the sharp blade when he cut his flesh. Although it was subtle, it was clearly transmitted into his ears.
He felt a sank in his heart, and suddenly turned around, and saw that the short knife in Fang Xiyan's hand had been cut into the flesh of his neck, and blood surged out...
Damn it! She actually played it!
Feng Xiaoxun's long sleeves whipped, and a red light shone out, and the short knife turned into ashes in an instant!
Fang Xiyan shook her body and fell backwards...
"Xiyan!" Feng Xiaoxun's heart trembled, his body flashed, and he hugged her.
Fang Xiyan struggled slightly, as if she wanted to break away from his arms, but the blood on her neck flowed down like a stream, dripping on his clothes, dyeing his clothes into a large piece of purple, and dripping on the ground again.
In a moment, a pool of condensed on the ground...
"Damn it, don't move!" Feng Xiaoxun yelled softly. He was full of anger but could not vent. He took a breath to keep himself calm.
Fortunately, he and Indra learned first aid that time, and pointed their fingers at her to stop the blood flow-
He pressed his palm on her vest, and a surging fairy energy surged in, hanging her breath: "Be good, don't die! If you die, I will turn you into a monster!" He threatened her.
Fang Xiyan's body shook slightly, and his last words seemed to threaten her. A trace of bitterness appeared on the corner of her lips, and her mouth opened, as if she wanted to say something, but blood gushed out, choking her and breathing
If you don't come, you'll cough...
Her cough, the blood that had just stopped surging was like a fountain.
Feng Xiaoxun was startled: "Damn it, stop talking!" He patted her spine to make peace for her.
Finally, she breathed smoothly. Her pretty face was pale like a piece of paper. Her lips, which were originally red cherry-like, had completely lost their blood color. They were as pale as her face. They opened and closed slightly, and spit out
A few words: "Don't...Don't kill anyone anymore...I hate...I hate this..."
Her voice was sloppy and dumb, her eyes were bleak and unconscious: "I don't want to...I don't want to see it again..."
Close her eyes slightly, darkness hit her, completely submerging her...
"Fang Xiyan!" Feng Xiaoxun's face changed, and he watched her right arm slowly sag...
I rushed to check her pulse, but fortunately, she just fainted.
Although the wound on her neck was very deep, fortunately, the Qi and meridians had not been cut off yet, and there was still help...
He didn't dare to delay any more and picked her up. Her drooping arms made his eyes shrink slightly!
Her left wrist had a black green circle, her finger marks were clear, and her forearm was twisted in a strange way...
He was in a rage just now and didn't pay attention to how she broke free from him just now.
At this moment, when she saw her forearm's strange appearance, her heart suddenly tightened. When she reached out to touch her, she realized that her forearm and arm bone had actually broken...