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"no!"
Shu Shuang lay in Gong Moyue's arms and shouted, "It can't be that simple."
The three of them all looked at her. Shushuang stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. He narrowed his eyes and looked like a witch in the world. "We can't let her die so easily. I want her to suffer the top ten tortures of the Qing Dynasty before letting her die."
I had to cut her into a stick to avenge my death in my previous life!"
Shu Shuang gritted his teeth and said.
At this time, Gong Moyue raised her head and touched her forehead, "You don't have a fever?"
"what?"
Shu Shuangang.
"Let me see if you have a fever? Don't talk about the hatred of being killed in the previous life!"
You can't blame Gong Moyue for not knowing that when Su Yuyan was talking to Mingyue and Shushuang just now, this guy was still in a coma, so he didn't hear the thunderous words.
But Shi Wushuang heard it.
Mingyue raised her eyes, and sure enough she saw Wushuang staring at her, with an inscrutable look!
Um...how to explain this?
"Well, I'll tell you when I get back!"
Mingyue said naa-naa, I don't know why Mingyue was a little embarrassed. She just said those disgusting words with an attitude of swearing to death. Now she turned over. She was no longer in danger, but felt awkward.
Shi Wushuang nodded, with a faint smile on his lips, which made Mingyue even more embarrassed.
…
"How about dragging it back?"
Gong Moyue touched her chin and looked at Su Yan and Qiu Nu who were taking in less air and outgoing more.
Shu Shuang had an angry look on his face and lay limply in Gong Moyue's arms, "Why, why don't I have the strength? I want to stab her to death with a knife!"
Seeing Shu Shuang being so angry and anxious, Ming Yue was amused, and then walked up and patted Shu Shuang on the shoulder, "Ah Shuang, if you have any requests, I'll do it!"
Mingyue's eyes are cold and stern, without any warmth, sympathy or kindness.
If we say who Mingyue hates the most in this world, then there is only one person who is Su Yuyan, that is Su Yuyan.
"moon……!"
Shu Shuang screamed and was so moved that she almost shed tears. Sure enough, we are just sisters.
"Yue, you take a knife and scratch her face. Go quickly and make ten big crosses. Gong Moyue, let me go. Don't worry about me. Go and avenge me. Cut off her hand tendons and hamstrings, and that
Unparalleled handsome boy, go and pull out her tongue, quickly, quickly!"
Shu Shuang arranged everything one by one, but the angry look in his eyes didn't seem to satisfy him!
The corners of Shi Wushuang and Gong Moyue's mouths twitched, what a vicious woman!
but……
Gong Moyue hugged Shushuang's hand tightly, she was a cruel and cute woman.
"That's exactly what I meant!"
Mingyue saw Su Yuyan's eyes widen suddenly. She had not lost all her consciousness. Naturally, she could hear what they said. She was breathing heavily, her eyes were full of resentment, and she did not beg for mercy. Maybe she knew subconsciously.
, even if she begs for mercy, Mingyue and Shushuang will not spare her.
Mingyue picked up the dagger on the ground and looked at Shu Shuang condescendingly, "I know that the wind and water have changed, thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi. Su Yan, I won't say whether the things you did are right or wrong, nor will I tell you whether the things you did are right or wrong.
Say you are a good person or a bad person, we are all soldiers, believe in justice, believe in fairness, but after what happened to you, and Ah Shuang and I died in vain, is there any fairness and justice in this world? To put it bluntly, it is everywhere.
The strong survive and the weak perish! Today, I will take your life with a knife in my hand, so you shouldn’t have any complaints, right?"
Mingyue said calmly.
The light in Su Yan's eyes flickered.
"Liu Mingyue, I'm not afraid of death, but I'm not willing to be tortured to death by you and Shu Shuang, a bitch!"
Su Yuyan gritted her teeth and said.
Mingyue chuckled, a little sarcastically, "Not willing to give in? If it was Ah Shuang and I who were tortured by you today, would we be willing to give in?"
Mingyue's voice suddenly became louder, and their eyes collided, causing sparks to fly.
"Don't... hurt her!"
Qiu Nu woke up leisurely, his back was burning, and the entire back of his clothes was covered in blood. He had to thank Gong Moyue for suffering internal injuries and being obsessed with drugs, so that his strength was not very strong, otherwise
If he slashed with all his strength, this guy would definitely be cut in half.
"With such a person protecting you, you will die with no regrets!"
Mingyue said, suddenly raising her hand, and slashed Su Yuyan's face with the dagger.
At the beginning, she cut her face with a knife like this, and it hurt her heart.
Mingyue, this is not the 21st century, this is a world of the jungle, kill her! There will always be future troubles, there is no court here, there is no just agency, you don’t have to bear any responsibility for your own murder.
"Su Yan, you owe me this life, not... it belongs to us! For the sake of our comrades, I will give you a happy death!"
This is the last mercy.
Mingyue's hand raised high fell heavily.
"You brave boy, you dare to hurt my disciple, are you going to die...!"
The moment Mingyue's sword fell decisively, a roar resounded through the sky, followed by strong winds.
Everyone was shocked.
Sure enough, Shi Wushuang pulled Mingyue into his arms and entered the best attack state. Gong Moyue also hugged Shushuang tightly and stood together with Shi Wushuang.
Such a strong sonic attack, the four people's heads were buzzing at the sound.
"master!"
Mingyue subconsciously turned to look at Su Yuyan, and saw that her eyes were full of excitement, and the corners of her mouth were curled up, giving her a sense of joy in surviving a disaster.
The strong wind dissipated, and the charming wind and sand became silent. An old man in black appeared slowly. He also wore a black cloak, with a stooped body, gray hair, sunken eye sockets, sallow skin, and fingers that were as dry as scratches.