He looked happily, his face was obviously dark, "Little Treasure, you are too excited too early."
What
Little Treasure stopped jumping, jumping, cheering, or jumping for joy, and the whole body stood stiffly in front of Shenyu.
The bright golden eyes kept looking at Shenyu, staring at him closely, as if to see him in a big hole.
After a long while, Shen Yu raised his eyebrows in the direction of Yun Luoxue, and motioned Xiao Bao to turn around and take a look.
Little Bao said nothing, his butt was facing Shenyu, his face was towards Luo Xue, and he was lethargic, still lethargic, showing no sign of waking up.
Little Treasure's originally energetic little touch, instantly resembling an eggplant beaten by Dongxue, wilted.
The shining golden eyes dimmed in an instant, and the cheering expression disappeared without a trace while breathing.
It was as if the alive little treasure just now was an illusion.
As soon as his little paw stretched out, Xiao Bao stepped on his short legs and threw his head into Yun Luoxue's arms. The voice called a grievance, and he cried, "Lolo, Lolo, why are you still not awake, I thought you were awake? That's it... It seems that Xiaobao had extravagant expectations..."
After speaking, Xiaobao's tone fainted for an instant, and he was no longer able to complain.
Shen Yu looked at him, shook his head and sighed, losing too much blood in his heart. Without the jade flower, how could the boss wake up
Just why did the old meeting call out the name of his boss just now when he was on the verge of life and death
Could it be that the heart is wise, and Qianmo Qingcheng is in danger
Glancing out of the window, Shen Yu muttered in his heart: For the life of the boss, boss, you must not let yourself lose your life.
Within the Tianya line, Xuejing Hualing is in front of the stage.
Qian Mo Qingcheng's body is also following his steps. There is no blood flowing on his feet, legs, chest, arms, and hands.
At a distance of ten meters, he even walked and climbed for a total of seven meters.
Almost all of the seven-meter thorn road was soaked in blood.
The bloody air filled the air, winding a bloody path.
The purple fantasy poison that is forcibly suppressed in the body will "resurrect once" along the blood of the whole body almost every minute. Every minute, Qianmo Qingcheng will endure the pain of death, the organs of the whole body have no senses. Will be spared.
On the feet, a piece of blood and blood.
The ten fingers, which were originally lush and jade, had their nails polished out, and the blood was gurgling.
Even the purple robe was scraped out by spikes in some places, which was no longer complete.
With a stunning face and perseverance, he is bound to move forward with the mentality of a jade flower.
The purple eyes are brewing an unprecedented firmness and desperateness.
Xue Linger's eyes were already red from crying, and she was not afraid of the bloody scene.
She is not afraid of organ toxins.
What she feared was Qianmo Qingcheng, for the blood stains on his body, for the sweet smell in the air, and even more for Qianmo Qingcheng's injuries.
With such a serious injury, except for the face, there was almost no place left intact.
'Zi -'A sharp thorn fell into his palm, Qian Mo Qingcheng gritted his teeth, blood stained on his face, pulled it out, and moved on.
Only the spike with the drop of blood was left hanging across it.
There are thousands of spikes, and almost every spike has blood stains on it.
The spike pierced the palm of the hand, not once or twice. Walking on the needle felt, it is no longer normal to be stabbed.
'Sha Sha Sha -'a voice came.
The atmosphere of silence was broken.
Qian Mo Qingcheng's eyes opened in an instant, gleaming, and his aura swelled in an instant.