Chapter 239 If You Become a Memory

The soldier holding a sharp weapon slowly surrounded the thin blue-robed woman with calm footsteps. The woman stood faintly, and her face was fearless and pointless.

"Brothers, go!" Finally, I don't know who shouted fiercely. The butcher's knife was raised and his fierce eyes were scratched at her.

The sea breeze bulged the woman's robe, and the motionless figure moved.

The slender whip dances fiercely in the sun, and the strong power brings a must-kill trick. No matter who you are, if you rush up, you will definitely die.

Different from the cautious step by step of the three people in the air, the ground is a whip to see blood, and no one can stop it.

The hand rises and falls, and the cold eyebrows can't bring a trace of emotion.

The long sword comes out, the short knife greets, and the seamless cooperation of the two generals can resist the overwhelming sword momentum. It's just--"No, Wushuang, look at the bottom." A person in the battle inadvertently glanced at him and was terrled in an instant.

Below, it is completely a wolf entering the sheep, killing one by one. The woman they didn't care about before has now become a killer waving a sickle. The person below is not at the same level as her at all, and there is no way to fight back at all.

One of the two generals, Wushuang, looked down when he heard the words, and he was furious in an instant. This woman, each of them can solve her. How can he make her rampant!

What should I do if my eyes are missing in the air? This man is too strong to pull away.

The two of them were a little distracted, and they smiled dangerously. In an instant, there was a blood stain on the two of them, and the sword swept past and went deep into the bone. Dare to hit his Amu's attention, look for death!

"God, stop that woman." Wushuang was in pain and shouted at Tian, who had been slandered by Wu Cangjuan, without looking back.

Tian, who was cross-legged, opened his eyes in an instant when he heard the words, and his eyes were sharp. All the humiliations he had suffered before poured in. He kicked a soldier beside him away and followed him on his companion's shoulder.

With the wind in his ear, red sandalwood turned his head and saw a soldier bumping against him with a strong internal force. His face was cold, and his toes were staggered. As soon as the body missed her eyes, her eyes had not yet dispersed. A gust of gloomy wind came behind the spine. She changed her moves in an instant before she could think about it, and the thin whip swept away at the source of danger.

"Touch--" The complete body was torn apart, and the blood and meat sauce were on the ground.

After the flesh and blood curtain, the Moshan man stood there coldly.

Red sandalwood stabilizes its pace and makes itself not take a step back. He is worthy of being a person from the Royal Corpse Island. He is cruel enough. His living companions use it as a weapon without hesitation. Ruthless, unrighteous, unintentional, such a thing is simply a walking corpse, and it is not qualified to be called a human.

The red sandalwood narrowed its eyes, and the hand holding the thin whip tightly rubbed the handle of the whip, and the power in his body converged crazily.

Tianchen snorted coldly, and the sneaky soft sword stroked lightly and aimed at the expressionless person.

The soft sword is light and sharp, the fine whip is fierce, the two collided, and the gravel burned the sand.

In the fierce collision sound, the sand and stone are all over the sky, thick dust and fog are filled, even the strong sunlight is turned away, and the sky and the earth are dim.

After the blurred halo, an extreme light came into the air, and the dead gray breath instantly enveloped this area, and an extreme coldness imprisoned everyone. Red sandalwood is the first among them.

For a moment, like being in a cold hell, there were tremors in the depths of his brain. Except for the deep coldness, red sandalwood suddenly felt nothing. She couldn't see what was in the blur, nor could she hear the almost desperate cry of Wucang Juelan, as if she had been through eighteen layers of hell. In the endless silence, countless evil hands stretched out to her, trying to pull her to fall together and fall into the miserable world. There is no sunshine, no flowers, no hope, and no him in that world.

No, no, she doesn't want to do this. She must not lose him!

The closed eyes were opened. In front of her, the ghost's hand was not there, the desperate silence was not there, and the dust and fog was dispersed, but why didn't the person in front of her move? Why... Why is there blood in front of her and behind him?

Bright red blood dripped from his back heart, and a rough sword passed through his chest and pierced his whole heart.

Red sandalwood's eyes are wide open, and a kind of coldness that is more bone-eating than the cold hell spreads all over the body.

"Lan, Lan..." He opened his mouth with difficulty, but he couldn't say a word.

Why is it like this? She doesn't care about him coming to block the sword for her. She doesn't care about anything. This son of a bitch, a son of a bitch! He said that he would always be with her. They hooked. He said that he would never die. How could he lose his words? How could he leave so irresponsibly? How could he give up with her?

"You liar, liar..." A hollow eye unconsciously slipped out of crystal tears, and his thin fingers slowly stroked his fading

Lip flap, a piece of blood stain on the clean hand.

Just yesterday, she also carefully described his eyebrows, his eyes, the corners of his smiling mouth, and he would smile at her dotingly. Why did he look like this today?

"Why?!" He suddenly looked up and asked the sky, and hiss echoed on the coast for a long time, and tears were endless.

The strong sunlight pierced her eyes, and the red sandalwood suddenly couldn't see anything in front of her eyes. There was a tingling pain in her eyes. She slowly reached out and stroked it, but only touched the sticky ** slipped from the corners of her eyes. She was so familiar with the touch, exactly the same as his chest. That was blood.

The bright red blood flowed through the woman's pale face, like a demon in the 18th floor of hell, miserable and human. Especially when those eyes are opened again--

A piece of blood red, his eyes slowly swept around, and everything turned into blood. That was the color of his clothes, and that was his favorite color.

She never thought that one day he could only live in memories. No one would stand behind her and hold her in his arms. No matter how cold the night was, no one would snuggle up and say to warm her bed with a smile. Any day in the future, no one would carefully supervise whether she ate on time. She couldn't see it. He staggered her with his gray hair. Walk, see thousands of mountains and rivers, and see the prosperity become the true meaning.

He finally withdrew from this life, leaving her alone.

"How can you be so cruel?" He cruelly threw her into the sea of lonely people, but occupied all her thoughts and breaths.

What else can she cherish in this world? If even he is lost.

It seems to be standing on the edge of the collapsed world, watching the world crack a little bit. The huge gap is full of blood, all blood...

Her world collapsed in front of her in an instant.

"Quick, go, this woman is crazy..." The soldiers subconsciously retreated under their feet. Those blood-red eyes, with a strong evil spirit, seemed to devour the deepest soul of the human body. It was terrible, too terrible.

"He's gone. Where are you going?" The woman's cold voice was low and cool, ironing the spine and climbing up. He one

It must be very lonely. You all go with him... Go with him!"

If you finally leave me, then let the whole world become a funeral!

The cool voice suddenly became fierce. The woman slowly stood up straight with the man in her arms. The blood-dressed blue robe raised silently, and the blue bell on the woman's waist began to sway crazily.

The strange thing is that the crazily swaying bell didn't make a sound. Like a dying person being pinched in the throat, his whole body is crazily twisted and can't spit out a word to save his life.

In such a strange silence, the eternal face of the king who gave a fatal blow in an instant suddenly twisted, and he didn't even have time to say hello to his men. He turned around and ran away.

In the extreme silence, the air is silently distorted and can't be heard, but everyone can feel something penetrating into their brains and pulling their nerves crazily. This thing is slippery and cold, penetrating into every pore.

Struggle is useless. Roaring is a waste of physical strength, and self-harm can't play a role. The seven orifices are bleeding. Everyone, regardless of their skills, died miserably. The mouth and nose are blood, the eyes and ears are blood, and every inch of skin is oozed with blood. The whole Gold Coast is stained with blood, and the whole world is blood.

Throughout the coast, there is no living person left, only the blood-stained blue robe sobs in the wind.

"My God, what's going on?" In the silence, a familiar voice came from the distance, and then the three people ran quickly.

They came after completing the task when they heard the sound, but they didn't want to see such a picture.

"This..." The shadow saw the lifeless man in blood and closed his mouth in an instant, and the sword on his chest was so clearly inserted there, reminding everyone of a fact, a fact that cannot be ignored.

The shadow's clean eyes cut out crystal tears, and the body slipped to it. He held his knees and clenched his teeth and cried like a child, but he bit his lips and dared not make a sound. He was afraid that the blood-red-red-eyed and cold person would be stimulated again when she cried. She couldn't stand it. Even if it was a little more, it would be like the last grass that crushed the camel.

Xiao Tiange looked up at the sky and squeezed his cold and hard lips. Who said that when you don't want to cry, look up at the sky and let all the tears flow back into your body?

Hao Lianliuyue's shocked face flashed by. He stood for a moment, his warm eyes blinked, and the crescent moon's white robe was blown up by the sea breeze and rippled softly in the wind. He walked to her calmly and calmly. There was no comfort and nothing to comfort him. He just said softly in the softest voice, "Don't hurt the child."

Adults must be hurt, but for the sake of children, please continue to persevere. That is the continuation of his life, the crystallization of their love, and the most innocent and purest life in the world.

The empty eyes of the red sandalwood slowly turned around, his face was expressionless, and there was no longer a trace of temperature. She didn't say anything, but hugged the person in her arms, turned around and stepped on the warship.

The bloody air came from the wet sea breeze, and the woman's back turned around was extremely lonely.