"Madam, let's go back."
Mingwu Xie's eyes were smiling, with some expectations for the future, and he didn't know what he was imagining.
"Um."
Shen Ziyu responded lightly and rubbed her dizzy forehead.
Perhaps dealing with two protagonists in one day was too much for her body to digest.
After all, they are the male and female protagonists chosen by plane consciousness.
It is difficult for her to deal with them just because of their luck.
It would be easier for someone else to do it, but it would obviously take a lot of effort for her as an outsider to do it.
The host and plane consciousness have decided to choose the male and female protagonist again, but Yun Tianzong may still be alive.
The system can clearly see in the space that the luck that originally escaped from the sky has begun to slowly dissipate, but the bullet head shot by the host at his heart is still slowly moving to one side.
This is probably the last gift that plane consciousness left to the original male protagonist.
A life.
However, how to live this life may not be a good thing.
Shen Zi met Ming and was not ready to talk to him again.
His eyelids twitched slightly, and he always had a bad feeling.
"Madam, be careful" "Read it" "Palace Master" Host Uneven screams reached her drowsy ears, and a familiar breath woke her up instantly as she was held in her arms.
The smell of a lot of blood poured into her nose, making her confused for a moment.
"Go away!"
Qiao An, who was far in front of the door, was furious.
He quickly kicked the person away and hit the wall aside.
With a bright red face, he hurried forward to show concern.
"Madam, luckily you're fine."
With a weak call, Shen Ziyu was stunned again.
His somewhat dull eyes were fixed on the man in front of him, his face was pale and colorless, but he was still thinking about caring about her.
Shen Ziyu's silence actually made Ming Wuxie laugh out loud, but this appearance has lost its previous spirit, but it still makes people feel that the devil is extremely beautiful.
Why why do you want to block the sword for her?
Shen Ziyu's lips turned white, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly but he did not make a sound, and his standing posture swayed in the wind.
Looking at the man opposite her, Ming Wuxie slightly let go of Shen Ziyu, with a comforting smile on his face.
"Fortunately you're okay."
Qiao An, who was looking forward to the side, seemed to be separated from the circle by these two people.
She could only stand aside and watch all this with red eyes.
Valley Master Qiao put his palm on her shoulder to express comfort.
But his eyes were also red.
With their experienced medical skills, they could tell with just one glance that the man in front of them didn't have much time left.
Ming Wuxie, who had stabbed his heart, was not the male protagonist, and he couldn't get the favor of the plane, so he could only waste his life.
The blade inserted in his chest cannot be pulled out, otherwise it will only speed up the consumption of his life.
And Shen Ziyu also understood this.
With cold cheeks and trembling eyelashes, she looked at the blood on his chest, until it stained her body, which made her, a mysophobic person, forget about it.
The moment the fallen leaves break away from the branches, they will cause a slight tremor, just like a cold and frosty river that can only flow downward.
There was a relaxed smile on Ming Wuxie's lips, and he stretched out his clean hand to touch her cheek, but it could only fall slowly with his breathing, and his body was like a fallen leaf.
The moment he was about to touch the ground, Shen Ziyu reached down to catch him and held him in his arms, whispering slowly and silently: "Why?"
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