Imperial Concubine World

004 Betrayal 4

"Why? Why is it you?" Yi Yong couldn't hold back the anger in her heart and roared hysterically at the clouds, and tears had blurred her eyes.

The cloud looked up and laughed, his long floating hair gently brushed his cheeks, his face was ferocious, and tears swirled in his wet eyes. The hatred in his eyes was obvious, and he roared, "Why? Then I'll tell you why now. Because of you, I have covered the glory that originally belonged to me, and I can only be the leaves that complement you; because of you, I can always be your subordinates, and I can only grow up under your glory; what's more, because the saint who originally belonged to me was robbed by you. Haha•• Only when you die will I be more valuable. Only when you die can I save the holy heart and stay with him until the last moment of my life. Haha, Yi, go to hell!" Yun said that a pistol suddenly appeared in his hand, aimed at Yi's heart, and pulled the trigger "Bum!"

A silver bullet shot straight at Yi's heart impartially. Yi was unable to hide and squinted his eyes, as if waiting for the arrival of death, bringing her to the world without strife and bloodthirsty.

However, her hands kept moving behind her body. Everyone present did not notice such a very slight movement.

"Hahaha, you are finally dead! I don't have to be your foil anymore!" Yun looked at Yi's body lying on the ground, his face was ferociously twisted, and he roared.

"Cough, isn't it? Have you forgotten that my heart is biased? How can you be so complacent! Cough." Yi seemed to think of something that ghostly opened his dark pupils, took a deep look at the cloud, and the silver needle in his hand quickly shot at the cloud and other people.

Everyone was caught off guard and fell to the ground one after another.

"You..." Yun looked at Yi lying on the ground in disbelief, and his right index finger pointed to Yi with hatred. If she could kill people with her fingers like Duan Yu, I'm afraid Yi would have been shredded by her 100 times.

"I actually miscalculated two steps." Yun roared crazily, "Wheezing - first, I didn't expect you to be the unique 'ghost attack' of the long-lost Hell Gate, and second, I forgot that your heart is different from normal people, and no one shot you."

Yun almost exhausted all his strength to reluctantly say so many words. His face began to turn white, and his blood gradually faded.

"Huh! One step is enough to kill you a hundred times!" Yi sneered.

Cough. You are still the last winner!" Yun was angry, but he had to admit that it was a fact. After saying that, he fell to the ground and didn't wake up.

Yi, his right hand tightly covered his left chest, dragged his body with difficulty, and approached the ink painting.

Xianyu's left hand gently rubbed the painting and muttered, "Holy, I have to do it. It's just that a mouthful of dark red blood gushed out, and his graceful posture lay gently on the magnificent ink painting. The whole body just covered the woman in the painting, and the person and the painting seamlessly coincided. People are paintings, and paintings are people. She seemed to fall asleep gently and her face was ruddy. If you don't see the bright red blood flowing from your chest, you will really think that Yi is the woman in the picture.

Suddenly, the golden light in the painting went to the sky, and the bright blood flowed quickly, gradually surrounding the woman's body, outlining a vivid real-life painting.