Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3041 Step by step startling: Since ancient times, the emperor’s family (end)

  The exquisite dyed white complexion was pale without the slightest blood color, and the blood flowed along the corners of her lips like a rosette, and slipped, dyeing the pale lips into a thrilling crimson.

   And she did not say a word, suppressing the overwhelming pain, her pale and slender fingers firmly grasped the sword, and she refused to push her heart without any hesitation.

"Princess!"

   "General!"

  I don’t know how many voices were screaming in horror, almost heart-piercing screams, and desperate tremors, but white but not half hesitating, completely piercing the sword through the heart with the most indifferent posture.

  The pain is piercing and heart-piercing.

  Is it the sword wound or the broken heart that hurts?

Her eyes turned black from time to time, and her vision gradually blurred. Those peachy eyes began to fade, but she still stubbornly locked on Mo Liyan's cold eyebrows, and her blood-stained lips slowly curled up with a touch of arrogance and wanton. A terrifying smile.

  Like the last moment before the flower matter.

   "Mo Liyan." Yin Bai opened her mouth slightly, her lips moved lightly, but she vomited blood first. After exhausting her last bit of strength, she gritted her teeth and whispered, "My life is back to you."

  Blood-stained battle clothes, she weeped blood every word, every word punished her heart, with a proud and determined attitude, even if she was on the verge of death, she was still invincible.

  "From now on...no one owes each other, both are strangers!"

  The swaying wind whirls.

  Dyeing white slowly fell down, those peach blossom eyes that dazzled all beings, their brilliance disappeared inch by inch, and no longer existed, reflecting the vast expanse of the sky, as if revolving in the old time that could never be returned.

   closed his eyes.

  The world is reduced to total darkness.

  One scene, one game.

  It seems to be a flash in the pan, but in the end it is nothing.

  The air is still filled with a strong smell of blood.

  After the killing, the battlefield that was reduced to an endgame seemed to be a desolate endgame in the world, almost fused with the **** setting sun.

  Everyone at the scene fell into a dead silence, staring at the scene of both deaths, and couldn't return to their senses for a long time.

  Both of them died, in the hands of one of them, under the same sword.

  They fell silently in a pool of blood. At this moment, in the battlefield where the blood was flowing into a river and the corpses were all over the field, death, that long sword, fell alone on the ground, smeared with blood.

  A generation of emperors have fallen, and the unfathomable aura will no longer be seen, and the black armor is reflected.

  The girl general's expression is always cold and calm, the red dress is stained with blood, the color is thrilling and dangerous, and the death is calm and decisive.

  Looking from a distance,

  The two figures are extremely determined in the boundless world.

  Recalling the beginning,

  Whose Moshang boy and girl in red.

   Amazing time, cool time.

  They must not know,

  Their death,

   Take away the hearts of many people.

  The setting sun sinks and ceases to exist.

  The sunset has passed, and the dusk has arrived.

  The gloomy twilight enveloped the world, setting off scenes of tragedies in the world.

  The cold wind blows, and the chill is permeated.

  The sword's edge that broke through the air, it was him or her that killed him.

  There is a bit of hot temperature remaining on the sword, and whose heartbeat was once.

  A **** battle, I don’t know whose generation of grace was buried. Have you ever smiled and talked casually? Have you ever been young and romantic?

  The sky is full of wind and sand, and I don’t know who’s obsession to bury. The catastrophe of my life so far, I don’t know if I can’t believe it?

  The country struck down by the golden horse and iron horse is nothing more than a wave of mountains and rivers, returning to eternal silence.

  (End of this chapter)