"God? You deserve it too!" Luo Mo pulled out the dagger left in his body abruptly, letting blood flow all over the place, letting the pain almost fainted, he only picked up the dagger, and stepped forward towards him. Wuluan, who was still immersed in his delusion, stabbed in the past, only to hear a crisp sound of'Ya'. When Dagger Feng touched him almost as if it was pierced on a piece of solid ice, he could not penetrate into his body. Luan looked at the dagger stabbing in his belly, and then at Luomo. His scarlet eyes seemed to be burning with resentment. He raised his head and glared at the person in front of him, "You still want to kill me, but you still dare to kill. Me? You humble thing is really hateful."
He stretched out to have sharp minions, grabbed Lomo's hand, and twisted hard, actually twisting the joints of his right hand. Luomo was weak in his hands, and the dagger fell to the ground. Wuluan picked up the dagger and said to Luomo who was kneeling on the ground: "Kneel down, kneel down, kneel down to me, I will be kind to you, It will let you enjoy the taste of hell."
Luo Mo's eyes were bloodshot from the pain, and even his teeth trembled. He looked up at Wuluan, his unyielding force made him rush to Wuluan again, but only the dull sound of a blade stabbing into the flesh came again. Luo Mo suddenly froze, unable to move anymore. He slowly fell to the ground, falling in a pool of blood, looking at the ugly and sad soul in front of him, and immediately exhausted his last strength and said: "You... Even if you kill me, you will soon...you will be executed by the young master, hehe, you just came to accompany me on the road to hell one step later."
Wuluan laughed strangely again when he heard these words. After laughing, he drew out his dagger, and then went crazy, constantly cutting his skin with the dagger, and soon his whole body was covered with dozens of wounds. , These wounds are deep and heavy, and some are almost bone-in.
Luo Mo couldn't believe that he did this. When he didn't understand what Wuluan meant, he heard Wuluan screaming mournfully. The scream sounded sad and terrifying, as if he had returned to the original cowardly and incompetent human Wu. Mountain range.
Luo Mo understood what he meant by doing this, but even if he did, it was too late. He wanted to keep his consciousness awake, but he only felt that his body was getting heavier and heavier, as if the envoy of the nether came to take away his soul. He wanted to wait for the young master to come, to wait for the woman named Jielan to come, he wanted to tell them to be careful of this man named Wuluan, but it seemed that the more he wanted to maintain his final will, the harder he became. Gradually, the harder he became. Hold on, fainted heavily.
And outside the tent came Wuluan's more hysterical screams and crying, Qingzhan and Xuanming's questioning, and then Jielan's questioning.
All these sounds are like spiritual songs in the night sky, echoing in this charming and sad night sky, making people feel reluctant but heartbroken.
The closer you get to the camp, the more urgent Jie Lan becomes. He is worried about the safety of the battle, and wants to know if he is safe now, and wants to say sorry to him, but why the speed of riding the beast has become so slow. Why haven't you seen their camp