Venerated Venomous Consort

This sound is like a thunder, and her heart is awkward, her blood is floating, and there is an impulse to kill the world with a sword.

Not long before her, there was a person who appeared again. Gu Xiyu had already killed her eyes, and she did not see who the man was.

The tip of the sword was suddenly held, and a sound was heard in the ear: "I am sorry!"

Familiar with the sound, Gu Xi’s heart shook his head and widened his eyes when he saw the face of the man.

The man was wearing a very large white robe, and the white robe was embroidered with dark lines. The dark lines seemed to be a small dragon, and it seemed to be a curse. In this endless blood, his white robe was extremely Dazzling, as if to penetrate the darkness of the sun, illuminate this dark red world.

Holy lord!

Still a maskless saint!

The painted eyebrows are not stained by the blood of the world. He holds her sword in one hand and looks at her eyes: "Worry! Wake up!"

The sword front of her sword was also scarlet in the endless killing, and almost could not see the true color, but at this moment the blood color gradually faded under his mastery, revealing the sharp white blade.

Then she keenly saw that the palm of his hand holding her sword had blood flowing out, but his blood had a purifying effect, where it flowed, and where it returned to its original color.

She looked at him slyly, her voice trembled: "The Holy Man... the Emperor's clothes?"

"It's me, oh, go out with me--" His voice was magnetic and faintly gentle, then he extended his hand to her: "Come, give me your hand, I will take you out."

His palms were long and white, and the knuckles were like jade. When they reached her, it seemed to be her salvation.

She is very eager to hold this hand, but...

Is he credible? Just a few friends have appeared in front of her, saying that they want to take her out, and as a result, she will simply smash her when she is not prepared!

She looked at his hand, and there were doubts and hunger in her eyes, and even a little bit of fatigue...

"I am sorry, don't you even believe me?" Sheng Zun asked her, soft light: "There are not so many people who want to harm you. This is your nightmare, obedient, give me your hand, I will take you out."

His palm and the wound that her sword split, she felt a bit dazzling, and wanted to bandage him, but did not dare to go, did not dare to hold the hand in front of her eyes.

The people who just appeared are the same as his words, and they are similar...

She held the sword in her hand and her knuckles were whitish. This **** sea is that this sword will not betray her, always guarding her and helping her to kill all the aggressors.

If there is any other person at the moment, she will not say a sword in the morning!

Want to lie to her again? There is no door!

But this person is him! It is him!

She can't shoot, but she can't let go of her heart and give her hands to him with confidence...

Two people standing there, you see me, I see you stalemate for a moment, the emperor's clothes are always very patient: "I am sorry, do you really believe me?"

"You are... Emperor's clothing..."

"Yes!"

"No! Lie!" Gu Xizhen suddenly angered: "He is still a child now! Not what you look like now! Damn, you are cheating me! Pretending to lie to me!"

She is not ordinary anger, and finally she has a sword!

This sword almost condensed the essence of what she had learned all her life. When she was stabbed, she faintly brought the sound of wind and thunder.