Chapter 0148 Fascinated by Shura

It was like a thunderbolt directly in his mind. Zhuo Fan was stunned. Suddenly, he shouted.

"Impossible, no, you see, she, her chest is still undulating, and she is still breathing! Impossible! The little bell will be fine. My little bell will be fine!"

At the end, tears have blurred my eyes, and the pain in my heart made me unbearable. My mind was full of the shadow of small bells laughing and jumping, constantly saying something to myself with her simple and stiff words, but I couldn't hear what she said.

In front of him, a flower was carefully treating the wound of the small bell, pulling out a silk thread from his underwear, and bending an embroidered needle to sew the wound on his forehead. The trauma is only a skin injury, and no matter how terrible the wound is, there will be a day when it heals. However, the internal organs are seriously ruptured and damaged. Although the blood flow is slowed down through acupuncture, it is impossible to heal the damage in the inner house before the body dies. As a master of martial arts, Yizhihua naturally knew that she would die if she suffered such an injury. However, looking at the extraordinary that had been distracted, her tears also flowed down. How could she have the heart to persuade her?

After shooting the Taoist priest, the Dragon Army suddenly fell silent. All the soldiers, including Bai Bing, stared at the extraordinary who were close to collapse, and watched them happily conquering all the young commanders of the Dragon Army soldiers with enlightenment, wisdom, righteousness and humor that were different from anyone else. At this time, they felt that the general was just a big child.

The relationship between Zhuo Fan and the general's wife Xiaolingdang is the most clear to everyone. Along the way, the laughter of Zhuo Fan and Xiaolingdang has infected everyone, making the boring march no longer unbearable. The love of the young couple moved everyone, even their occasional absurd journey. It has also become an interesting seasoning in everyone's life. At this time, the soldiers found that they did not know when they had loved this cheerful, lively and beautiful little girl so much.

She would not have died. As long as Zhuo Fan entered the building, she would be exchanged and escaped. However, she jumped without hesitation in everyone's eyes, just for what, just to use her life to keep her lover away from danger.

What happened above at that time is unknown, and people don't need to know. It's enough for their eyes to see it.

Bai Bing didn't know what to do. She wanted to comfort the big boy but didn't know how to speak. At this time, the palace was still surrounded by the dragon army soldiers who were gradually angry in her eyes.

"Exordinary, you, my condolences," Bai Bing stammered.

"What? What did you say? Who mourns? Why are you sorry? She is not dead! The little bell is not dead! You, take back the words!" Zhuo Fan roared like a big child, with his eyes wide open and staring at Bai Bing.

Bai Bing felt aggrieved, but more pity and worry covered her emotions and whispered, "Yes, I said something wrong, and I took it back. Xiaoling must be fine." After a pause, she continued, "What about these soldiers?" She wanted to temporarily distract Zhuo's attention with other things.

Zhuo Fan looked at the palace. downstairs, a large number of soldiers gathered tremblingly, as if they wanted to provide some courage with the crowd of others. In the summer morning, it was so cold that it was so cold in my heart. The zi shooting of the Dragon Army just now has scared them to death. At this time, many people have begun to lose their weapons, look here pitifully, and begin to pray for a way to live.

"They?" Bai Bing's method worked. Zhuo Fan slowly stood up, and the little bell was very good under the care of a flower, as if he had fallen asleep.

"They were originally subordinates of the little bell and his mother." Zhuo's extraordinary voice calmed down.

"They should have protected their king and my little bell." The voice gradually became cold.

Listening to Zhuo Fan's tone, Bai Bing suddenly shivered involuntarily, and began to regret the idea of distracting Zhuo Fan.

"The meaning of their lives is to ensure the safety of the king. Now, they have no value to continue to exist." Zhuo Fan's face is still full of tears, but the momentum of the whole person gradually changes, as if there is nothingness in front of him, or Hami's soldiers in front of him are a group of ants.

The soldiers of the Dragon Army were gradually ignited by Zhuo's cold words. As Zhuo's subordinates and brothers, they gradually understood the general's meaning and experienced the general's pain more deeply. Therefore, their own hearts were also dominated by pain and anger. Finally, they came from their general's mouth. I got the desired order.

"Kill!"

Bai Bing stared at the countless epitar flowers around him blooming again. The palace in front of him was bathed in the rain of bullets. Countless smoke, glass and wood chips splashed, and countless blood flowers bloomed among them. In front of him, Hami's soldiers twisted their bodies in pain, and their bodies seemed to bloom from the inside out. Snowflakes. The roar of the huge continuous dragon made it impossible for them to hear any other sound in an instant, and in this obviously noisy but seemingly strange silence, Zhuo Bufan looked up to the sky and laughed, but clearly saw his tears surging.

Zhuofan's order was implemented most thoroughly. What he meant was that the people in the palace had no meaning of existence, because they all betrayed the master they once supported and their little bells. After destroying all the soldiers, the dragon troops who had killed their eyes pulled out their sabers and rushed to all directions of the imperial city like the ghost cavalry rushing out of hell, harvesting every life they saw with sabers. A sentence sounded in everyone's heart that these people were sinners who hurt the general, the general said, None of them have the meaning of continuing to exist, kill!

At this moment, all the Dragon Army soldiers are purgatory Shura.

Zhuo Fan did not pay attention to anything around him, and there were only small bells left in his eyes again. The guards carefully carried the small bells with stretchers made of door panels and quilts and slowly walked out of the palace. Zhuo Bofan held the little bell's unconscious hand tightly and accompanied him.

"Fool, I said that my husband will be fine. Why do you still jump down? Do you know that I will cry when I see you sad, and I will feel sad when I see you suffer. When you get better, I must beat your little buttocks so that you won't listen to me." With that, tears flowed down again. Zhuo Fan actually understood Yizhihua's words for a long time, and knew that what a master like him must be right, but he didn't want to admit it.

Countless fires gradually rose in the palace, and the extraordinary anger was vented in the Hami Palace through the Dragon Army.

The butterfly is difficult to fly, and the fascination is Shura.