Su Luo comforted in a low voice, "If he lives all his life and treats Li Yaoyao as a treasure in a daze, then life would be better than death."
Zi Yan thought about what Su Luo said was reasonable, but she was still full of regrets: "But it's a pity, the second brother didn't see the true face of Li Yaoyao's slut until the last moment, if he wasn't so obsessed in the morning, he wouldn't die. ."
Su Luo shook his head with a wry smile: "If it wasn't until the last moment of his life, how could he have seen Li Yaoyao's true face?"
Only at the juncture of life and death will Li Yaoyao's true colors be revealed, and Situ Ming will despair. This is Situ Ming's doomed catastrophe.
"But that's fine, you have a bit of confidence in winning." Su Luo seemed to be in a good mood.
Originally, if Li Yaoyao and the others were wiped out, four strong men from the iron tower would join Zi Yan's group, a total of six strong men, how should Bei Chenying and Zi Yan deal with it? Well now, the four towering men should be dead.
"The four people are not dead yet, and Li Yaoyao and Li Yaoyao have not yet decided the outcome. It seems a bit premature to say this now." Zi Yan looked worried.
But Su Luo shook his head: "Look, Li Yaoyao really can't die this time."
The so-called good people don't live long, and disasters are left for thousands of years, and Li Yaoyao is the life of that disaster.
At this time, the scene on the battle platform was a bit funny.
Situ Ming fell down, but he couldn't rest his eyes, his eyes were wide open, looking straight in the direction of Li Yaoyao.
Li Yaoyao's back was chilled by his gaze, and her heart was trembling. She shyly hugged the pillar and didn't let go.
The four big men in the iron tower seemed to have negotiated and walked towards the pillar where Li Yaoyao was standing step by step.
Step by step.
Every step made a loud noise.
A strong sense of oppression enveloped Li Yaoyao.
"No, don't come here, you guys don't come here..." Li Yaoyao shook her head desperately.
However, the four strong men in the iron tower were completely unmoved, their footsteps were neatly cut, and their voices were deafening.
Finally, the four of them stood in front of the column respectively.
Above the column, Li Yaoyao's legs were tightly clamped to the column, and she refused to come down.
Things are stuck here.
The four people below couldn't get up, and Li Yaoyao above couldn't get down.
With the death of Situ Ming, the influence of blood sacrifice on them is gradually weakening.
And in their consciousness, there is no word of losing, only the word of fighting to the end, and there are eight words after death.
The four towering men looked at each other, then stretched out their right hand neatly.
"Pa—" The four right fists slammed into the column.
Even a column made of deep-sea black iron could not withstand their full blow.
The column shook, and Li Yaoyao above made a sharp scream.
Su Luo frowned: "Why do you feel that the strength of the four towering men has recovered a little?"
Nangong Liuyun frowned: "Well, the role of blood sacrifice is gradually disappearing."
Su Luo stared at Li Yaoyao without worry. If she came down now, Li Yaoyao could still win, but as time passed, her chances of winning would gradually decrease until she died.
"Tell her about it." Su Luo said helplessly.
She didn't want to save Li Yaoyao, but she didn't want to waste the blood sacrifice that Situ Ming exchanged for his life.
If Li Yaoyao dies and the four towering men return to their original strength, then Zi Yan and the others will be miserable.
"Li Yaoyao, come down quickly, you have been fighting now, do you think you can escape when the influence of the blood sacrifice disappears?" Zi Yan shouted loudly with her hands in the shape of a trumpet.