Quickly wear the fishing style beauty be again

Jiang Zhuo'an could never refuse his begging, let alone his low-profile coquettish begging.

"Are you really going to be okay?" Although Jiang Zhuoan was a little shaken, he still didn't dare to believe what he said.

Yan Qingning held his hand close to her heart and coquettishly said: "Master, trust me."

Probably because his eyes were too bright, Jiang Zhuoan actually believed his absurd statement.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Just like the day I became a disciple, first pierce my shoulders to awaken the devil, and then pierce my heart to kill him completely." Yan Qingning said it easily, and the movements of getting close to Jiang Zhuo'an were as familiar as his expressing love to Jiang Zhuo'an. It was the same during that period of time.

Jiang Zhuoan closed his eyes, and the hand holding the Xing Yan Sword was trembling, "Okay..."

This word seemed to drain away all his strength. He took a big breath, then raised his sword and stabbed Yan Qingning's left shoulder with reluctance.

The demon god who was on the verge of awakening felt the life-threatening aura and suddenly became restless. The overly strong demonic aura tore at Yan Qingning's tendons and forced him to half kneel down.

Yan Qingning's eyes sharpened and she said sternly: "Continue!"

Jiang Zhuo'an closed his eyes and cruelly drew out his sword, then pierced his right shoulder.

The demon's agitation became more and more intense, and the chaotic demonic energy raged crazily in Yan Qingning's body, shattering his already fragile muscles.

Yan Qingning was in so much pain that he didn't even have the strength to speak. He looked up at Jiang Zhuoan with great effort and mouthed silently: "Continue."

Jiang Zhuo'an resisted the sour feeling in his eyes, and held the Xingyan Sword with his trembling hand against Yan Qingning's heart.

As soon as the tip of the sword penetrated, it tore open the old wounds, causing the gurgling blood to flow happily, soaking into the Xuan Yi on his chest.

The sword in his hand could barely cut through the flesh, but did not penetrate Yan Qingning's heart at all.

Although Yan Qingning said it would be fine, he was still afraid.

If...if what Yan Qingning said was all to deceive him, wouldn't he have nothing left?

Then he... would once again become a weapon that no one loves.

He doesn't want this, he wants Yan Qingning to live...

No matter what method is used, let Yan Qingning survive...

"Ugh--"

A helpless sigh sounded in Jiang Zhuo'an's ears, and an ominous premonition had never come to his mind so strongly.

He desperately wanted to take back his spiritual sword, but found that his body could not move again. He could only watch Yan Qingning holding his sword blade, slowly walking forward on his knees, and piercing his own with the sword blade. heart.

Jiang Zhuo'an mobilized all his spiritual power to break through the restraints with brute force. He only staggered away from the restraints when he was forced to suffer internal injuries.

He took back the Xing Yan Sword, his eyes were red, but he did not shed tears. He just held Yan Qingning gently in his arms and asked over and over again: "Didn't you say you would be fine?"

"Aning, didn't you say that?"

Yan Qingning fell weakly into his arms and wanted to reach out to wipe away his tears, but she couldn't lift her hands.

"Master, let me tell you something." His voice was so soft that Jiang Zhuoan could only hear what he was saying clearly by putting his ear close to his.

"You say, I listen."

He desperately suppressed the sourness in his eyes, trying not to let tears roll down his eyes.

"I like Master and...I won't die the most. Master, please choose one and take it seriously..."

Yan Qingning suddenly felt that his eyelids had become so heavy. He gently leaned his head on Jiang Zhuoan's chest, feeling the reassuring breath, and suppressed the sweetness in his throat: "I only lied once, I said I I don’t like Master anymore, just this time...really..."

"Master, I'm a little tired, let me take a nap..."

"When I wake up, you can kiss me again..."

...Kiss me, please?

After all, he didn't finish his words. He leaned against Jiang Zhuo'an's arms and stopped breathing, his hand still trying to grab Jiang Zhuo'an's hand.

"Aning..."

Jiang Zhuoan held his cold hand and wanted to intertwine his fingers, but found that his body gradually turned into a pool of blood in his arms.

He had been forced to punish Jiang Zhuoan by Shen Ke under the false pretense, which had left quite a lot of hidden wounds. When he was annihilating the monsters in the eastern suburbs of Jicheng City, he borrowed the power of the demon god. From then on, his internal organs were The power of the devil has corroded and corrupted, and the inside has long been rotten to the point of disgrace...

Jiang Zhuo'an knelt on the ground, stretched out his hand in the pool of blood, and groped aimlessly like a blind man.

His lover turned into a pool of blood and merged with the land. He couldn't get it together, nor could he put it together...

After Yan Qingning's death, the demonic chains placed on everyone in the cultivation world also lost their effect at this moment.

Seeing Jiang Zhuo'an's crazy and embarrassed appearance, someone decided to sneak away quietly, adhering to the idea of ​​"it's better to do less than to do more".

"When did I say that you can leave?" Jiang Zhuo'an stood up from the ground, his phoenix eyes no longer had indifferent black eyes, but turned into a pair of coquettish blood eyes.

The cold wind made his blood-stained white clothes rustle, and the gloomy clouds failed to cover up the power of thunder. Thunder fell one after another, attacking everyone present indiscriminately, including Jiang Zhuoan himself.

That was the thunder caused by the demon god in Yan Qingning's body. As long as a person with the status of a god dies, he will inevitably attract the Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder, which will attack all living creatures around the deceased indiscriminately.

"A Ning is dead, let's go and bury him together." Jiang Zhuo'an had a slight smile on his lips, but tears couldn't stop falling from his eyes, his expression was crazy and paranoid.

"Jiang Zhuo'an, why are you so unreasonable?" An angry elder suddenly jumped out, blowing his beard and criticizing Jiang Zhuo'an: "It was obviously you who killed that demon... If the demon is buried with him, you will be buried with him. , why do you have to drag us along?"

"A Ning likes to be lively." Jiang Zhuo'an looked indifferent, pinching his fingers like a child: "A Ning likes to be lively. If there are many people with him, he will be happy..."

"madman!"

Some monks scolded him angrily, but they didn't shock him at all. He remained silent, watching the powerful thunder turning monks into ashes one after another.

Jiang Zhuo'an closed his eyes to hold back the sourness in his eyes, and forced himself to smile a smile that was uglier than crying.

His Aning said that he looks good when he smiles, and he should smile more...

The heavy rain that had been predicted for a long time fell, blurring his vision, so that he could only taste the bitterness that fell into his mouth at an unknown time.

But Aning, I can’t laugh anymore...

I really can't laugh anymore...

The thunder finally fell on him. He originally thought that he could die together with Yan Qingning, but he found that the amulet around his neck was emitting a faint light, protecting him firmly in the protective shield.

Jiang Zhuo'an held the warm amulet, and the tears that were suppressed in his eyes eventually burst out uncontrollably.

His Aning, even until death, was still protecting him.

In the diluted blood, a green sprout is quietly born.