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Chapter 753: Don’t Be Black (157)

In the illusion, the pair of men and women with outstanding looks are silently confronting each other with a distance of less than half a meter.

Whether it's for the little fox or the Demon Lord in black and red robes, it's like a heart-to-heart game.

——He bet that she would soften her heart, and she bet that he would not get closer.

Everything was silent all around, the silence was a little scary, the man suddenly took a step forward, and the sound of the sharp sword piercing the flesh was so clear.

Blood overflowed, splashing out from the man's heart all at once.

"Han Zhou——!!!"

"don't want--!!!"

The woman in the white Taoist robe staggered back a step, her eyes widened in shock, and she wanted to pull the sharp natal spirit sword out of Yan Hanzhou's body.

However, the demon king in black and red robe just smiled bitterly.

"Master... do you think I will kill you?"

But... even if he was hacked into pieces, he was unwilling to hurt Su Qinghuan even a little bit.

"Master, this is the second time you want the life of your disciple, but this disciple has already said that I can give you whatever you want."

"Even if it is the disciple's life."

……

The imperceptible curvature of the man's lips instantly hurt the woman's eyes.

Who is it?

Who is delusional?
And who, in such a resolute way, put an end to this relationship that could not be tolerated in the world?

"Master... you have already guessed this answer, right? In fact, in your eyes, the life of a disciple is nothing compared to those ants."

not like this……

Clearly not the case.

The woman in white with a beautiful face seemed to have fallen into a huge confusion at the moment. Her hand holding the long sword was shaking, and she was so painful that she wanted to refute.

However, the man just laughed, and even held Su Qinghuan's sword hilt with his bare hands. In an instant, blood dripped from the man's palm.

Yan Hanzhou looked at the woman's eyes, but it was always so affectionate and infatuated.

The melancholy flowery red in his heart is even brighter than the manjusawa that can be seen everywhere in the magic palace.

This is Yan Hanzhou's blood.

The man silently used this kind of resistance to remind the woman what he had done.

Seeing the little apprentice whom he loved in the past committing suicide in front of him like this, the heart of Baiyi Xianzun seemed to have been pricked by thousands of needles, and the pain was dense.

The woman has always been proud, but at this moment, her eyes are almost red and begging the other party, and her posture is extremely low.

"Han Zhou, master, please don't do this, okay?"

Yan Hanzhou's cultivation was higher than hers, and at the moment when the man was holding her natal spirit sword, she couldn't move at all, so she could only let the blade of the sword penetrate deeper into Yan Hanzhou's heart.

"Don't do this? Master, will you still feel sorry for your disciples?"

The corners of the man's lips became more and more curved, and he even laughed abruptly, but his eyes were so sad and lonely, even a silent tear leaked from the end of his eyes.

The tear fell into the collar and finally disappeared.

"Master, if I die, will you forgive the disciples for what they did to you before?"

Without waiting for Su Qinghuan's answer, the man suddenly clenched Su Qinghuan's natal spirit sword tightly, and stabbed towards the heart without hesitation.

Pain spread all over the body.

However, the man with the crimson magic pattern on his forehead felt that this kind of physical pain was nothing compared to Su Qinghuan's pain of trying to escape from himself.

Love is parted, resentment and hatred are met, nothing can be asked for.

For men, what hurts the most is actually the four words that they can't get what they want.

He was born in the mud, and darkness is his true nature. If he had never seen light, he would not have any expectations or greed for others in his life.

But since that moon came to his own world, even if it was a reflection, how could he be willing to let this moon leave his world?
It's just... the way he used was too decisive and extreme, so his moon is destined not to belong to him.

Even if you force it in your hands, one day in the end, you will leave your own world.

……

Blood splattered.

The man in the black and red robe had lost a lot of blood at this moment, and finally lost control of the sword of the white-clothed immortal.

And at this time, Su Qinghuan's saber fell from the man's heart with a bang.

"Hanzhou! Are you crazy?!"

Su Qinghuan rushed over without thinking, tears fell from her face like pearls that cost no money.

"Hanzhou, you won't die, right?"

He is the son of destiny, the No. 1 talent in this world, and he is only one step away from crossing the border. If it is not because of his obsession, how could he stay in this world?
How could... die so easily?

Immortal Venerable in White couldn't believe it at all.

She hugged Yan Hanzhou with trembling hands, feeling that the man's spiritual power was passing away rapidly at this moment, and even his body that was so hot in the past began to cool down, the woman's heart skipped a beat.

Su Qinghuan subconsciously wanted to inject spiritual power into Yan Hanzhou, but with the last bit of strength, the man clasped the wrist of the white-clothed Immortal Venerable vigorously.

The man with a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, even though he lost a lot of blood at the moment and his face was as white as snowflakes under the eaves in winter, still had a kind of shocking and morbid beauty.

But at this moment, he just stared at the crying woman in front of him.

"Master, are you... are you crying for me?"

"Do not talk!"

Su Qinghuan subconsciously wanted to stop Yan Hanzhou from wasting his spiritual power, and the woman's spiritual power was poured into the man's eight meridians crazily, but the man didn't listen to her at all.

She never thought of killing Yan Hanzhou.

She really had an indescribable fear of such a delicate, powerful and paranoid man.

But those monks were not put into the magic palace by her on purpose.

It was just a coincidence that three thousand monks broke into Yan Hanzhou's magic palace at the same time as she was escaping that day.

However, Su Qinghuan really didn't want men to go crazy for her to the point of blood sacrifice to the world.

Even Baiyi Xianzun didn't want to admit it herself. She had an extremely selfish idea. She wanted to keep Yan Hanzhou by her side.

Just stay by her side.

……

But Yan Hanzhou didn't want to know so much at this moment, the man reached out his hand regardless of his weak body, trying to wipe the tears on the woman's face.

He stared at Su Qinghuan obsessively, and coughed weakly twice.

"Master, you...don't be afraid of Han Zhou, okay?"

"Master...you don't want me to kill those monks. I just locked them in the magic palace and didn't kill them. Is Han Zhou very obedient? He has always listened to you?"

The female cultivator in white listened to the man's confession in shock, all the strength in her body seemed to disappear at this moment!

And Yan Hanzhou spit out another mouthful of blood, uncontrollably, under the hem of the woman's clothes!

(End of this chapter)