"Master!"
The blood-soaked man rushed in from the courtyard and shouted for a hard time.
He reached over and pulled Chongmenjue's shoulder, wanting to pull Chongmenjue away from her, who knew that as soon as his hand touched Chongmenjue, Chongmenjue was like an angry leopard, and he swung out with one palm, knocking Changling away.
Chongmen Huan lay stiffly under Chongmenjue's body, unable to move.
Looking at the scarlet and cold-blooded eyes of the heavy beast, this man turned out to have lost his mind.
He doesn't recognize anyone!
"Changling."
Another man rushed from the darkness, picked up Chang Ling on the ground, looked at Chongmenjie, his face was solemn, and he jumped tightly, and he just suppressed his nervous look.
Chang Ling got up and knelt down in front of the heavy door at once: "Master, I'm Chang Ling, wake up!"
” Shigemon didn't stop there, he just didn't remember anything at all.
Raising his hand, he was about to slash down at Chang Ling's Heavenly Spirit Cover.
If this palm is split, Chang Ling will have to die!
Chongmen Huan only felt that a figure flashed in front of him, but it was the man who saved Chang Ling who jumped up from behind Chang Ling, holding a white jade bottle in his hand, unscrewed the lid, and pounced on the bottle that had unscrewed the lid and shook it towards Chongmen.
She smelled it, a refreshing smell emanating from the bottle.
It makes people's minds clear up suddenly.
Seeing the heavy door pressing on her, she was stunned for a moment, as if she had regained consciousness a little.
At the moment when Chongmen Huan wanted to struggle to push Chongmen Jue away, she was suddenly shocked to see Chongmen Jue, who had regained a little consciousness, and suddenly pulled out a sharp dagger from her marching boots.
In the white light of lightning, the dagger was cold.
Sharpen iron like clay.
Then he stabbed the dagger into his heart.
At this time, the lightning suddenly illuminated the whole day, as if it was specially lit up for him, her eyes were extremely wide with shock and horror, and she was stunned when she looked at the scene in front of her.
Why did he stab himself in this heavy way?
And it's still the heart.
In the cold light of lightning, blood flowed out of his chest and down his tight wheat-colored skin, and she realized that there were countless wounds of all sizes in his heart, some of which were not clear because they had grown new flesh over the years.
But some of them are obviously not too long, and they have just healed, and they are ruthlessly pierced again.
Terror crept monstrously on his chest, like a medal bestowed by the years.
For the first time in her life, she was shocked by a man.
Yan Jiuming had never shocked her so much.
The heavy door is ruthless enough!
A person who can be so heavy on himself can kill the world without being soft.
He will be the supreme king of the world.
The heavens and the earth fell silent, the sound of the rain was infinitely amplified, the thunder and lightning tore through the sky, and time seemed to stand still.
She saw the eyes of the heavy door, and slowly regained their dark and bright colors.
The scarlet faded, and his eyes were as black as a fine piece of obsidian, with a moist halo, beautiful, but there was no temperature at all.
"Master."
Seeing that Chongmen Jue had returned to normal, Chang Ling breathed a sigh of relief.
It's just that the injury on the master's body has been added.
When I think about it, I feel very sad.