Meng Zihuan's eyes were red, full of infinite hatred.
When Jin Chi saw that Meng Zihuan refused to give in, and heard that Jin Yu was still arrogant even when her death was imminent, a cruel look suddenly appeared on his face.
Jin Chi exerted another force on his feet, and Jin Yu's whole body almost sank into the soil. Her face turned pale and she spat out a mouthful of blood, with some broken blood clots in it.
In an instant, Jinyu's breath became fainter.
"Jinyu!"
Mengzi Huan's eyes were about to burst, and the hands under his sleeves clenched loudly.
Jin Chi raised his chin: "I'll give you one last chance. Will you kneel down or not? If you don't kneel down, I may not be so patient later."
"I'll count to three now."
"If you still don't kneel down after three times, just wait to collect her body!"
"three."
"two."
At this moment, Meng Zihuan was filled with hatred, but there was nothing he could do.
People are like swordsmen, and I am like flesh and blood. Before I have strong strength, I can only let myself be slaughtered.
Under Jin Chi's threat, Meng Zihuan finally bent his knees and knelt down.
Jinyu's eyes were also red, her little face was pale, and there was bright red blood hanging from the corners of her mouth. Her thin and slender fingers were clasped tightly on the ground, trying to get up from Jin Chi's feet, but she couldn't move at all, so she could only
He watched helplessly as the arrogant and cold-blooded young man took off his armor and pride and knelt in front of Jin Chi.
His dignity no longer exists.
All this is for her.
Jinyu sobbed in pain. If it weren't for her, if it weren't for her, brother Zihuan wouldn't have to be threatened like this anymore, and he wouldn't have to be controlled by others anymore...
The spiritual power in her body surged out crazily at this moment, and her body expanded rapidly.
"Jinyu, no!"
Meng Zihuan's eyes widened in shock. He quickly stood up and rushed towards Jinyu without thinking.
A relieved smile appeared on Jinyu's pale and desperate face: "Brother Zihuan, I'm sorry. Jinyu can no longer accompany you in the future. You have to walk the road alone..."
As soon as the words fell, there was a loud bang.
Jinyu's body turned into a rain of blood, floating in the sky, never to be seen again.
When Jin Yu was about to self-destruct, Jin Chi hid far away and used his spiritual power to protect himself, so he didn't suffer at all.
On the contrary, Jin Chi's face was full of disgust and disdain. A wild fox coming out of the swamp actually dared to blow himself up!
If it weren't for saving her life for use, I would have killed her long ago.
I didn’t expect that this wild fox would even risk his life for Meng Zihuan. Tsk, tsk, tsk, it’s really touching!
"Jinyu, Jinyu..."
Meng Zihuan couldn't help but break down and cry. Even though he was abandoned at birth, even after his mother died and he grew up alone in the swamp and was bullied and humiliated, he never shed a single tear.
But at this moment, he couldn't help but burst into tears, and his heart was filled with sadness and hatred.
Looking at Meng Zihuan who looked like a puppet, Jin Chi curled his lips in disdain. He glanced at Meng Zihuan condescendingly and threatened in a cold voice: "Remember, Yue Ning is not something you can imagine. If you let me
If I catch you hooking up with Yue Ning again, be careful, I will break your neck."
Jin Chi left with several elders of the Golden Dragon Clan.
Before everyone left, no one even glanced at Meng Zihuan.
Between heaven and earth, only the lonely and sad figure of Meng Zihuan was left, holding a pile of shapeless flesh and blood, crying until his heart broke.
The shadows of the trees are swaying, the autumn wind is bleak, and the eyes are full of sadness.