socalfunplaces Chapter 621
Chapter 621
Bai Yingyue's beautiful eyes were lost, standing beside the abyss. Her fairy-like battle skirt was stained with stains, but she didn't notice it at all. Even the teacher's instructions seemed very far away.
Staring at the dark abyss, her peach lips slightly opened, and she couldn't describe the feeling in her heart.
Gone,
Little Senior Brother...
Gone.
Huang Ning'er's sexy face was dim, and her jade lips stuttered blankly:
"I..."
"And...his...theirs."
"Protection..."
"Protection fee..."
"It's...not paid yet...not paid yet."
Xiao Fengxian gritted her teeth, inexplicably angry.
The man who beat her mercilessly and slapped her in the face, just died like this?
She hasn't taken revenge yet.
The gap between Xiao Fengxian's tightly clenched palms was shining with silver light, and it was the earring that was pulled off by the big douzi.
"Before you appeared, no one was worthy of me, Lin Shengyi, willing to be a supporting role, and no one could make me willing to unveil my veil."
"After you left, nothing happened."
"Whether you appear or not, it's the same to me."
"That's right, right..."
Lin Shengyi sighed softly from behind her veiled cherry lips, as if she was seeking an answer, or as if she was comforting herself.
The pink-haired saint with a black and white reincarnation mask stood coldly aside, far away from the crowd, and did not come forward. Her body was lonely and indifferent, and she was out of tune with the crowd.
After a long time, a silver bell-like laugh came from the mask,
Meimei smiled happily, and seemed very happy, very happy.
"As expected..."
"Everyone who has anything to do with Meimei will end up with a bad ending."
"Dad..."
"Dead."
"Mom..."
"Also dead."
"Now..."
"You're dead too."
"Now..."
"It's my turn to die."
When everyone heard the joyful laughter, their hearts trembled and they all looked over.
It was impossible to see the expression behind the black and white samsara mask, but they could only hear the beautiful laughter, which contained indescribable emotions that were beyond description.
"No."
"Meimei can't die, there are debts to pay."
"Since you can't get close to people, bring bad luck to the enemy."
"Shua——"
Meimei looked at the direction where the Blood Demon Cult disappeared, and as she took lotus steps, the dark aura surged, and the aura representing bad luck churned.
It made people shudder and their flesh and blood chilled.
Lin Shengyi's beautiful eyes shrank. They lent all the power of divine favor that they could use to Luo Fanchen. Their bodies were extremely weak, but Meimei's state was completely different at this time, as if she had lost her restraint.
That amazing power was gushing out,
More like reviving.
Meimei disappeared step by step into the darkness.
At the last moment of disappearance, her figure was completely shrouded in black mist. The figure of the mysterious woman in the black mist became clearer and clearer, as if she was gradually opening her eyes.
"What is that!"
"Hiss..."
In the exclamation, Yang Xiruo, with her hair full of silver hair and coughing up blood, was like a straight spear, nailed to the edge of the abyss, without saying a word, and did not wipe the blood with a handkerchief as usual.
She bit her lips stubbornly, not wanting to cough out and reveal her weakness.
"You shouldn't..."
"You can't either,"
"Die here."
Yang Xiruo said to herself, her long and beautiful legs trembling slightly. She was exhausted but was reluctant to leave. She was upset and wanted to say something.
"I, Yang Xiruo, have been learning spear since I was three years old. I am crazy and obsessed with spear. I have devoted half of my life to spear, and I have no regrets."
"I don't seek fame and fortune, nor do I seek immortality. I just hope to have a companion on the spear path."
"After all, spear is never a one-person thing. You need an equal opponent and a true soulmate. Otherwise, how can you win the championship?"
Yang Xiruo smiled, her smile was as beautiful as a flower: "I have been thirsting for twenty years, and finally met him."
"Ahem."
"Although I lost, I am not sad, I know I have waited for it."
"It is easy to get a lot of money, but it is hard to find a soulmate."
"But I didn't expect that God would be jealous of talents, and you would die so soon."
Yang Jinghong looked at his sister blankly.
It was the first time he heard his sister say so many words in one breath. In the past, she was very frugal with words.
Yang Xiruo took a deep breath and looked down at the broken jade palm:
"Me."
"I feel a little tired all of a sudden."
"I don't want to repair the gun anymore."
Whether it was Yang Jinghong or other people who heard such remarks, their expressions suddenly changed, wondering if there was something wrong with their ears.
Who doesn't know how obsessed the Yang family's female gun god is with the way of guns.
Now she says she doesn't want to repair the gun anymore?
This is too exaggerated, too sudden!
It was so sudden that almost no one could accept it.
But for Yang Xiruo, it seemed like a natural decision, and her delicate face showed a trace of fatigue she had never seen before.Tired, boring, even if she was ill before, she had never expressed such emotions.
"Sister..."
"You will..."
"Really not practice anymore?"
Yang Jinghong asked tremblingly, he knew too well the weight of the gun in his sister's heart, that was her life.
Yang Xiruo shook her head, clenched the jade hand with broken wounds, let the wounds burst, blood flowed out of the gaps, her eyes were murderous, and she said firmly:
"No."
"I have to practice."
"But no longer for love."
"For..."
"Killing."
Yang Jinghong's expression froze, opened her mouth, and suddenly felt a little dry in her throat.
"Sister..."
"I,"
"I..."
Yang Jinghong, who has always been sharp-tongued, spoke unclearly and stumbled at this moment.
Yang Xiruo cast a gentle look over. An elder sister is like a mother, full of heartache. Her younger brother is always the hot-blooded boy who has not grown up: "Jinghong, cry if you feel uncomfortable, don't hold it in. After crying, we will avenge him."
"Wow..."
Young Master Yang, who was always angry with the sky, the earth and the air, cried with red eyes like a half-grown child, crying loudly, in front of countless people, without hiding his sadness.
"I don't want to cry."
"I can't help it, I really can't help it."
"I've embarrassed the sect."
"I've embarrassed my brother-in-law."
"I should work hard to practice."
Yang Jinghong cried loudly, which even looked a little funny, but no one laughed at him. One thing was more certain in his crying.
That brilliant young man,
really left,
for the safety of hundreds of thousands of people,
no bones left.
Gradually, Yang Jinghong's crying subsided, and he just sniffled and his nose dripped.
He raised his head and looked at his sister in despair, like a wounded little animal, and called softly:
"Sister..."
Yang Xiruo sighed softly: "Sister is here."
"I..."
"I don't have a brother-in-law anymore."
"No."
Yang Xiruo shook his head, walked in front of Yang Jinghong, took out a handkerchief to help his brother wipe his tears: "Silly, sister never wants to get married, he can always be your brother-in-law."
Yang Jinghong's heart trembled, and he looked at his sister who had been resisting all this in disbelief.
He even deliberately called his sister Luo every time to make his sister angry.
"But Brother Luo has..."
"What Brother Luo?"
Yang Xiruo frowned tightly, and couldn't help but punched his stupid brother in the chest.
After thinking for a while, he said:
"As long as you want, he will always be your brother-in-law."
Yang Jinghong was a little confused. When he was distracted, his instinct to hurt others was almost like a skill, so he said something inexplicably:
"Sister..."
"Do you want to be a widow so much?"