This woman has a slender body and is slightly thin.
From this angle, Balian couldn't clearly see the woman's appearance. He could only see the looming section of her neck between her soft long hair, which was as clear and fair as porcelain.
And the scarred right hand in the rustling sleeve robe...
The cold hair, with a bit of night coolness, gently fell on Balian's cheek.
The temperature is extremely cool, yet very soft and gentle.
For some reason, Bailian suddenly felt a little sad, and her fingertips tightened slightly with this heart-wrenching feeling.
The small sword slipped into his sleeve, and something unexpected happened...
He stretched out his palm towards the back figure.
Before her fingertips could touch her, she slowly turned half of her face amid the wind-blown butterflies, as if in the quiet years of another world.
That profile face in the backlight of the silver butterfly has an indescribable tranquility and sanctity.
But the moment his figure was reflected in her pair of dark eyes, there seemed to be an unconcealable shock. Her gaze was obscure and hot that he couldn't understand, like a silent fire in the ashes.
She looked at the palm stretched out towards her, and a faint warmth appeared in her cold eyes.
The woman's thin lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but soon she felt a cold and indifferent gaze, her pale lips pursed slightly, and she finally lost her words.
So much so that just now I felt that her very holy and peaceful face had a slightly more lonely feel.
Her long eyelashes as soft as feathers drooped, her eyes avoided the palm, and she glanced at the Demon Lord expressionlessly. She casually shot out a sword butterfly, landed softly on his shoulder, and gave it to Balian.
It brought an irresistible force and pushed him far away.
The empty palm could not hold anything after all.
Balian's body kept falling towards the abyss, and his heart seemed to keep falling endlessly.
He frowned blankly, his confused mind making him forget the howling wind in his ears.
The face that was getting further and further away from him was clearly Yun Rong's face.
However, under this identical skin, he seemed to see an eternally restless soul.
"What are you doing?!"
Looking at the large patch of bright red on her shoulders, the blood quickly turned black, like venom soaking into the bones and flesh. Fortunately, the murderous intent in her eyes disappeared.
But he was furious and his expression became more and more crazy: "What stupid thing are you doing! I can kill her in one step?!"
A huge blood beast appeared out of thin air in this space, but the wingless blood beast was able to carry two people together and float in the void without falling.
She slowly retracted her gaze from the direction where Balian fell and disappeared, looked at him with those unfathomable black eyes, and said seriously: "Yes, you almost killed him."
Unlike Kouna's furious roar, her tone was low and calm.
But fortunately, his whole body froze.
Because he knew clearly that at this moment, her anger was no less than his own.
She was angry, very angry.
The anger on Yukashi's face dissipated little by little, and he threw Wanye in his hand into the blood beast's mouth and swallowed it.
He sighed helplessly, and his tone gradually became gentle: "Wan Ye is an ancient forbidden demon sword. Its sword energy can corrode spiritual veins. If it is not removed in time, there may be great dangers."
She remained unmoved and looked at him calmly.
Yukiwu slowly exhaled a breath and used the Forbidden Demon Sword, which put a huge load on his body. At this moment, a faint look of death appeared on his pale face.
He covered his lips and coughed twice, and said with a complicated expression: "You know, I won't kill him. You and I have an agreement."
She glanced at his face and did not continue the topic. Instead, she said: "Since entering the Ghost Mountain, you were first injured by Little Kunlun's Hundred Night Luoshu, and then fought hard with the Fourth River. It seemed that you won easily, but she
The poisonous butterfly has entered your devil's prison and is corroding your body.
The inside of this blood beast has begun to rot, and your body can no longer be repaired. Now you are taking the knife by force to kill her, do you not want to live?"
"It's true that nothing can be hidden from your eyes." Xingwu put down the hand covering his lips, and his palm was already covered with black blood.
He looked at the black blood in his palm, and a crazy ghostly fire twisted and burned in his eyes: "What's so terrible about death? You and I have experienced pain more terrible than death. What's really terrible is that the monster is still alive.
In this world.”
Xingwu raised his head, the flames of hatred burned his entire eyes withered and dead.
"She has not yet been fully resurrected, but she has already begun to show her fangs towards the world, weave a snare, and enjoy hunting and herding all living beings. She is a demon who can only be pleased by death and despair. I don't believe that when you see her,
For a moment, I didn’t want her to die.”
She looked at him and affirmed: "I want her to die."
Her glory, dignity, belief, and everything else, had been trampled into the dust by that demon and shattered into mottled patches on the ground.
She doesn't like killing, and she hates hatred, but if she can, she is willing to use this body as a curse, hoping that all malicious killings in the world will come from her body, and let her sink and fall forever.
She hated her more than anyone in the world.
But she...
"But I don't want to see him get hurt." The black eyes wiped away all the ripples, leaving only calmness.
She said: "Especially I don't want him to get hurt in your hands, even though I know you won't really kill him because of the agreement."
Xing looked at her uncertainly, the fists in his sleeves slowly clenched.
She gathered up her cloak to cover the miserable injuries on her shoulders, closed her eyes and whispered softly: "Xingwu, your hands have been stained with the blood of too many people. For you, the whole world can be killed, and all living beings can be slaughtered.
Perhaps as a last resort, in order to achieve the goal in your heart, you will even kill me. After all, if you are ruthless, you can even hurt and kill yourself.
But even so, I don't blame you, but I won't allow your hands to be stained with a trace of his blood."
She was extremely serious, and even said with a murderous intent: "Listen to my words clearly, not even a trace is allowed."
"Even if it disrupts our plan, he is not someone you can hurt."
In response to this vague threat, Xingwu was not angry. He was quiet for a long time, and finally replied slowly: "I know."
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The abyss returns to ruins, silent.
Si Li had not been conscious for a long time and fell into a daze like she was now, wandering between wakefulness and deep sleep. When she was about to wake up, she felt that her whole body was so cold, and the chill was biting her bones.
That kind of coldness does not come from the outside world, but the coldness that seems to emanate from the bones deep in the limbs, seems to freeze the huge emptiness in the heart.
This feeling is very much like experiencing another cold death.
It was a strange feeling that she felt no fear at all, and could even feel a little at ease from this familiar death.
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