Chapter 404

"Why don't you die?"

This sentence always appears in the quarrel between the couple.

Most of the speakers are wives who are good at swearing.

The person who gets scolded is the honest husband on weekdays.

Between the two people's lives, there are ups and downs, there is a fight.

"Why don't you die if you don't buy me jewelry!"

"Why don't you die if you make so much money day by day?"

"Every day, why don't you die!"

If the wife is really not sensible, the husband must always hear words like this.

But most wives just talk.

If the husband is really how, it's still him who worries about him.

So such a sentence.

In daily life, it seems that more use is to vent and joke.

Probably not many people will take this sentence seriously.

Because you can't take this sentence seriously.

However, when mohega said this.

The expression on his face matched his serious eyes.

So this sentence is no longer like a joke.

But seriously asking you:

"Why don't you die?"

Song Qingshu raised his mouth:

"Fuck you!"

Mo Xie Jia was indifferent and pushed the bamboo roll forward again.

The purple sharp and slender purple blood soft sword, its blade against the yellow bamboo roll of moxie Jia.

The originally noisy black male city was quiet for a moment.

Then, a loud bang!

The pile of black gravel at the foot of moyejia exploded into countless pieces.

The terrible air wave took moxie Jia as a dot and rushed away in all directions.

Song Qingshu was the first to bear the brunt, and his chest was severely hit by the terrible air wave.

So a very dull voice came from the chest of song Qingshu.

It was like the thunder beating a dull drum.

Song Qingshu insisted for a moment under this terrible wave, and then flew backwards directly.

WOW!

Song Qingshu stood on the bluestone slab with his legs and kept skimming away behind him.

Then a clear deep mark like a plow appeared on the stone road of xiongcheng.

This trace is like a quiet water surface cut by the wind.

But in fact, it was when song Qingshu was shocked. The marks left by your feet on the ground.

Song Qingshu swept over the slate like a stone

Hit the wall of black male city heavily!

Smoke filled the air and the earth shook.

"Kill!"

A male soldier looked at Song Qingshu and his mouth was full of blood, so he shouted to other male soldiers to come.

Looking at these rather opportunistic ink soldiers.

Song Qingshu's eyes became terrible.

you bet.

When song Qingshu and moxie Jia fought a decisive battle.

Song Qingshu suffered a lot in the first duel.

And this failure is only between him and moyeka.

The dragon is circling around its own world.

Win or lose.

It's all the dragon's own business. How can ants point at it?

Kun Peng spread his wings, then took off tens of millions of feet, and then cried and fell in the South China Sea.

Although the result is impressive, can it be judged by sparrows gently singing on the branches?

So song Qingshu's eyes fell into the cold.

So a flower of blood came out directly in front of the soldier he saw.

Among the blood flowers are bare internal organs and other organs.

The lungs and liver were contracting violently in the wind, and the fresh heart was beating constantly.

Then song Qingshu blinked.

So the blood turned into a pool of ink, and the soldiers turned into ink in the wind, which was blown to pieces and splashed.

"Song Qingshu!"

Four people rushed into the flying dust and smoke where song Qingshu stood, holding all kinds of weapons to kill song Qingshu.

Looking at the struggling faces of the four people in the dust.

Song Qingshu suddenly felt quite tired.

Then his eyes slightly swept over several soldiers present,

So they directly burst and smashed away.

The iron gun broke several sections from the head to the tail.

The double whip exploded into broken iron powder all over the ground.

The pure white sword was corroded into an artifact worse than scrap iron.

The bowstrings of a hundred jin iron bow are broken.

"Song Qingshu, are you happy to kill?"

Mojaya stood in the rubble.

There was a lot of dust on his plain and loose Taoist robe.

Mohega's hair was scattered. He looked pale and embarrassed.

However, Mo Xie Jia's eyes were so bright.

Its bright is like the stars shining in it.

Because he looked at the sunken black city wall in front of him.

The billowing smoke and dust has collected.

Song Qingshu struggled to get up from the wall and looked at Mo Xie Jia indifferently.

One thing moyejia knew long ago was that song Qingshu was very tenacious.

Very tenacious.

So this time.

Moyejia did not expect the violent wave to directly shock song Qingshu to death.

But moyejia knew that he had performed well in this hard encounter.

In the hedge of pure competition between brute force and realm without any fancy and skills, he won the victory.

This is really important to mojaya.

So there was a joking smile on moxie Jia's beautiful face.

"It seems that you are very proud?"

"Can you tell me where your pride comes from?"

"Or your pride is like your mother trying to beat you, so it makes no sense."

Moxie Jia and song Qingshu were both slightly quiet for a moment.

Song Qingshu's highly recognizable voice came over.

His voice seemed tired, but stable.

His tone of voice inevitably trembled, but it was normal.

Mo Xie Jia raised his eyebrows:

"You'll bleed when I hit you, and fly away when I hit you again."

"I have such a brilliant record. Can't I be proud?"

Song Qingshu patted the dust and dust on his body and sneered:

"Kill my patience with array trivia."

"Suppress my spirit with my own world."

"Finally, thousands of soldiers will waste my mind."

"Then you wait for work and then turn around and attack."

"Don't you think your actions are too animal and shameless?"

"But I see you smiling now, as if you are not ashamed, but proud?"

The dust previously raised by song Qingshu has completely settled.

So song Qingshu looked directly at empress moxie Jia and said.

The front of song Qingshu was bright red, but now it is red and black.

I'm afraid after that, song Qingshu vomited a few mouthfuls of blood on his clothes.

Mo make complaints about the doubts and tucks of Song Qing's book.

Immediately.

The heroes who stood like wolves in the fields of song Qingshu and moyejia began to riot again.

With Mo Xie Jia blinking.

The soldiers killed song Qingshu again.

In the black male city, the sound of killing shook the sky again, and the breath of heaven and earth was cut into countless fragments by swords, knives and arrows.