Chapter 41 Blood and Tears

In the morning, Qatar and Bolinse got up. When they opened their eyes, a ray of sunlight floated into the window and shot on the beautiful potted plants, which looked particularly enchanting.

"Qatar, what a strange weather, there is sunshine in the rainy season in Omer!" Po Linse rubbed her eyes with a little surprise.

"Yes, what a rare weather!" Qatar also echoed.

"Let's go and see my brother. Mesomea's look a little better these two days. I don't know if I can wake up today!" With a hesitant look, Lindsay said slowly.

"All right!" Qatar was silent for a moment and said, "It's time for us to bring the meteor bow to the original owner!"

"Qatar, what you mean, our speculation is correct!" Po Linse's face was gloomy and uncertain.

"It can't be wrong. Although we don't know why my father wanted to give this disaster to Jiulong, he can't understand what he means!" Qatar nodded affirmatively.

After washing, the two slowly walked into Kowloon's room with the meteor bow. What they saw was still the bleak scene. Kowloon still looked at Mesormia in a daze, and the silence in the room was terrible.

"Brother, what do you think I will bring!" Bolise called softly with a slightly happy look.

Kowloon turned his head dullly. At this time, his eyes were completely red, bloody and looked terrible. In a red world, the long-lost meteor bow came into his eyes. Jiulong trembled his hands and gently took them. Suddenly, he cried. He held the soft jade-like meteor bow. Blood and tears kept flowing, and he wailed hoarsely and painfully, "This bow used to be a token of love between Methomea. For a long time, I held it when I slept, as if I were hugging my lover Mesomeia."

Parker quickly wiped Jiulong's face and comforted him, "Brother, don't do this, your eyes will be blind!"

Suddenly, Mesomea's pale fingers moved.

Brush!

Mesomea's hand seemed to grow on Kowloon. With a slight movement, he knew that after a brush, he looked at Mesomea. Gently, Mesomia's hand moved again, "Wake up, my Mesomea finally woke up!"

Two lines of blood and tears flowed down his face and dyed his collar red, but he didn't realize it. He hurriedly grabbed Mesomea's hand, gently shook, called, and roared in a hoarse voice.

Slowly, Mesomea opened her godless eyes. She stretched out her hand, but had no strength. Her lover appeared in her eyes, and countless shadows of missing, "Brother Jiulong..., am I dreaming? Am I dead!"

"No..., your brother Jiulong is here!" Kowloon quickly took Mesomea's hand and held it tightly.

"Brother Jiulong, it's really you. I smelled your breath. This is you. There's nothing wrong!" A tear slowly flowed down from the corner of Mesomea's eyes, and the faint voice, with a positive tone, slowly rippled in the room.

"Mesomea!" Jiulong hurriedly picked her up, gently hugged her into his chest, put the corners of his mouth in his ear, and gently called out. Blood and tears kept flowing, and he didn't know whether it was blood or tears.

"Brother Jiulong, Mesomeia misses you so much..." Methomea called softly. Her voice was extremely weak. In Jiulong's ears, it was so peaceful and comfortable that Jiulong's heart could finally be relieved.

"Brother, put it down quickly. Mesomea just woke up and can't help tossing!" Perrinse quickly persuaded.

Kowloon gently put down Mesomea. In the blood-red world, Mesomea's big blue eyes are still so beautiful. Mesomea smiled happily. The dimples are still so cute. Her smile is beautiful and haggard, like a flower destroyed by the wind and rain, leaving only the stamens, and also It's so delicate.

"Mesomea..." Jiulong's eyes were full of blood. He panicked. He hurriedly stroked his lover close to him. He touched his slender hand, and he stroked his beautiful face and delicate body...

"Brother Jiulong... Your eyes are bleeding!" Mesomia responded to Jiulong, and she vigorously handed all her body to Jiulong's hand, with 100,000 anxious and a slight trembling voice.

"Mesomea, where are you? Why can't Brother Jiulong see it!" Jiulong's voice is almost indistinguishable. He is everywhere, her hair, eyes, nose, lips, face, and body, but he can no longer see it...

"Brother Jiulong... your eyes are bleeding!" Mesomea stretched out her hand with difficulty. She touched Jiulong's face, and the blood stained Jiulong's face and Mesomea's pale little hand.

The heartbroken Bolin suddenly saw something wrong. She suddenly took Jiulong's body and suddenly burst into tears. A miserable image almost made her faint. Jiulong's haggard face was full of blood, her eyes were completely red, and two lines of blood flowed along her cheeks, and her eyes could no longer turn. With a slight movement, blood gushed out.

"Brother!" Bolise couldn't be herself anymore. Tears flooded her eyes. She swallowed, howled and muttered, "My brother, you really can't see it. You can't see the colorful world anymore!"

"Kowloon...!" Qatar also felt the seriousness of the matter. He looked at Jiulong in a hurry and saw the terrible scene. He couldn't help trembling. He quickly ordered the bodyguard to find a doctor and a bright magician.

Touch-

Oro Tatison and Salina came to see Jiulong, but they suddenly heard a sad howling and crying and suddenly became anxious. When they broke into the door, they suddenly came from it. The weak Euro Tatison ploped and lay on the ground. He pulled the feet of Jiulong's trousers and cried in pain: "Ninth Brother... It's all my fault. It's all my fault that I didn't take good care of my sister-in-law!"

Oro Tatison's head hit the ground fiercely, and the whole room trembled faintly. Salina's eyes were full of tears. She hurriedly fell on Euro Tatison's body and hugged Euro Tatison hard for fear that he would have another accident.

"Brother Jiulong..., Brother Jiulong...!" Mesmia's eyes were confused and looked at Jiulong's face full of blood. She was dying and could no longer support her. Slowly, she closed her heavy eyes and fainted. The haggard little face was full of panic. Her white hands grasped Jiulong's fingers. For fear that if she was not careful, Jiulong would never return to her side again. .

There was a sadness in the room, the heartbreaking crying, the sad voice of Euro Tartison, and the anxious begging of Salina, intertwined, venting the ubiquitous sadness...

Boom——

Qatar suddenly punched the table, and only heard a roar. The whole table was smashed, and the fiery fighting spirit burned out the wood shavings floating in the air. "Berlin Tus, I want you to break thousands of pieces of corpses. I want to smash you to ashes and let you die without a place to die!"

"Mesomea...!" Jiulong stroked the unconscious Mesomea painfully, and even as the blood flowed, he still couldn't help roaring.

What a tragic scene... In the dark West Asia vein, Jiulong was fearless and full of longing for life. He practiced hard and was inspiring. On the arena, Jiulong was fearless of life and death. He stood up his long gun and inserted into his opponent's chest, and his blood stained his whole body red. He was not afraid at all. He won the people's crown. At that moment, he rendered countless dyes on his life. From then on, his blueprint was clearly drawn. He fell in love with Mesomea, fell in love with the city, subverted the Lelen tribe, fought on the battlefield, regarded death as death, sat in the middle army, planned strategies, won thousands of miles, met the enemy on the battlefield, and the brave were fearless, and broke through the encirclement of millions of people. Circle, kill a bloody road, fight with eight-level magic fighters, seize the treasure house of Mia Heights, and eliminate the skull pirates...

All this has an unyielding belief and a wisp of sincere love. He is fearless. However, this time he was defeated by deep self-reproach and painful heart. He is really tired and needs rest, support, and also needs to rely on. Home is the harbor of wanderers, love is the support of men, and his relatives are soft. The mattress...

Touch-

Qaar waved his palm and slammed behind Jiulong's head. He fell down and fell into his sister's arms. He snuggled up to the warmth of his relatives and breathed the love of his relatives. He rested and quietly. He slept in the same bed with Mesomea, covered a quilt, snuggled together, and entered a deep sleep. The anxious face and bleeding eyes looked so shocking.

"Berlin Tus, this revenge will not be vengeed. I, Perrinse, vow not to be a human. I want to subvert the Silver Dragon Legion. I want to destroy everything about you. For your forbearance has come to an end. The power of my Perrinse will make you tremble and make you restless!" Bolin shouted fiercely, and the iron-blooded female general on the battlefield showed her real coldness and great majesty everywhere at this moment!

Qatar looked at Prinse and mourned in his heart, "Finally, Prinse no longer tolerates Berlin Tus. Finally, the two tore their faces. From then on, they will be piled up with white bones in the middle, and the situation in the mainland will also shake violently!"

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The figure of the military god Grand Duke Titus slowly appeared. He stood in the empty hall and sighed, "Omar, the hegemony on the mainland, is doomed to split. Lord Qingyan..., Lord Chiyun... You are all god-level strong men and the protectors of Omar. What on earth are you going to do!"