The Deadly Hitwoman: A Lady With Special Abilities

Lianwu naturally noticed Bai Xueruo's gaze, but unlike Xiaoxue's instinctive nervousness, he immediately felt that this woman was unusual, and he also guessed her identity immediately. identity.

Xiaoxue might not understand what they said in Life and Death Manor, but he could understand it clearly.

Bai Xueruo.

This woman could only be Bai Xueruo.

As for why she looked at him like that and why she vomited blood, that was not his concern. He hugged Xiaoxue tightly and thought about how to quickly leave this place of right and wrong. If a fight breaks out, even though he is not Bai Xueruo's opponent, with his strength, there is no problem in escaping. But he still had Xiaoxue with him, and he couldn't let Xiaoxue get hurt.

Therefore, Lianwu was quite shameless, taking advantage of Bai Xueruo's daze, holding Xiaoxue and quickly planning to run away.

Things like moral integrity are just for talking about. At this time, life is the most important thing.

However, how could Bai Xueruo give Lian Wu a chance to escape.

At the moment when Lianwu was about to take a step, she suddenly shouted to him,

What she shouted was,

Master, you are finally back.

Her voice was a bit choked and a bit ethereal. It didn't seem like she was talking. There was even an ethereal feeling in her voice, as if she was in a dream.

But her voice had a heart-wrenching feeling of heartbreak, as if that voice was filled with too much affection that couldn't be dissolved.

She said, Master, you are finally back.

Just such a sentence made Lian Wu, who had never had any heart and lung integrity, stop in his tracks. A memory that seemed to belong to him, but also seemed not to belong to him, flashed through his mind.

The familiar voice of the master seemed to strike in his heart.

Although, he didn't know at all whether he, as the Ghost King, had any intention.

He looked towards Bai Xueruo.

Bai Xueruo stood there, her white clothes were better than snow, and seemed to be integrated with the snow on the ground. Her silver hair was like a waterfall, without any decoration, just scattered on her back, hanging down to her ankles.

The blood stains on his body were particularly eye-catching among the white.

Equally eye-catching are those tearful eyes as blue as the clear sky.

She just looked at him like that, as if she had spent all her life's affection on him.

Or more than just a lifetime?

Bai Xueruo looked at that person, looking at the person she had been waiting for and missing for thousands of years. Many times, she wanted to be able to dream like a human being, and dream that she wanted to dream. That face, dreaming about whether he would come back and appear again.

But she can't dream, she has no dreams.

She knew that he would not come back.

When he betrayed the organization and was tortured, she never even saw his last face. She knew that under God's punishment, his soul would definitely fly away, and she didn't even have a chance to collect his soul.

She knew he wouldn't come back, so she didn't dare to die, because no matter whether she lived or died, she would never see him again.

He completely disappeared from this world, from this time and space, and dissipated.

She survived so stubbornly and waited. She just wanted to remember him, wanted to remember him forever, and wanted him to always exist in this world.