Chapter 761

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

She never thought of killing Yan Hanzhou.

Such a sick, powerful and paranoid man, she really has a trace of unspeakable fear.

But those friars, she didn't mean to put into the demon palace.

On that day, while she ran away, three thousand monks broke into Yan Hanzhou's demon palace. It was just a coincidence.

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

Even Bai Yixian Zun didn't want to admit that she had an extremely selfish idea. She wanted to keep Yan Hanzhou by her side. His accomplishments were wasted and it was better to become a mortal.

Just stay with her.

……

Yan Hanzhou didn't want to know so much at the moment. Regardless of his weak body, the man stretched out his hand and tried to wipe the tears on the woman's face.

He looked at Su Qinghuan and coughed weakly.

"Master, don't be afraid of the cold boat, will you?"

"Master... You don't want me to kill. Those friars, I just locked them in the demon palace and didn't kill. Is Han Zhou very good? I've always listened to you?"

The female nun in white was shocked to hear the man's confession. Her whole body strength seemed to disappear at this moment!

Yan Hanzhou took another mouthful of blood and vomited uncontrollably under the woman's clothes!

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In the dreamland, the men and women with outstanding appearance are facing each other silently at a distance of less than half a meter.

This is like a heart to heart game for the little fox or the devil in black and red robes.

——He bet that she would be soft hearted, and she bet that he would come closer.

The silence was terrible. The man took a sudden step forward, and the sound of the sharp blade piercing the skin and flesh seemed so clear.

Blood spilled from the man's heart.

"Cold boat -!"

"Don't --!"

The woman in the white Taoist robe took a staggering step backward. She stared in shock and wanted to take the sharp Benming spirit sword out of Yan Hanzhou's body.

However, the devil in black and red robes just smiled bitterly.

"Master... Do you think I'll kill you?"

But... Even if he was cut thousands of times, he didn't want to hurt Su Qinghuan at all.

"Master, this is the second time you want the disciple's life, but the disciple has long said that I can give you whatever you want."

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

……

The imperceptible radian of the man's lip corner stabbed the woman's eyes in an instant.

Who is it?

Who's crazy?

Who, in such a decisive way, put an end to this feeling that should not be allowed to be secular?

"Master... You guessed the answer long ago, didn't you? In fact, in your eyes, the lives of disciples are not worth mentioning compared with those mole ants."

Not so

Obviously not.

The woman in white with a beautiful face seemed to be trapped in a huge puzzle. Her hand holding the long sword was trembling and painful enough to want to refute.

However, the man just smiled and even held Su Qinghuan's sword handle with bare hands. In an instant, blood fell drop by drop from the man's palm.

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

The red color of his heart is more beautiful than the manzhushahua that can be seen everywhere in the demon palace.

This is Yan Hanzhou's blood.

Men silently use this resistance to remind women of what they have done.

Seeing the little apprentice who loved him in the past kill himself in front of him, the heart of the immortal in white seems to have been pierced by thousands of needles.

The woman was always proud, but now her eyes were almost red and begged each other, and her posture was lowered to the extreme.

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

Yan Hanzhou's cultivation is higher than her. At the moment, the man holds her life spirit sword. She can't move at all. She can only let the sword edge insert - deeper into Yan Hanzhou's heart.

"Don't do this? Will the master still feel sorry for his disciples up to now?"

The radian of the man's lips rose more and more, and even burst into a sudden smile. However, his eyes were so sad and lonely, and even a drop of silent tears oozed from the end of his eyes.

The tear sank into the collar and finally disappeared.

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

Before Su Qinghuan could answer, the man suddenly grabbed Su Qinghuan's life spirit sword and stabbed it into his heart without hesitation.

Pain throughout the body.

However, the man with red magic patterns on his forehead felt that this physical pain was not as painful as Su Qinghuan's pain to escape from himself.

Love parting, resentment and hatred meeting, can't ask.

For men, it turns out that the most painful thing is to ask for but not to.

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

But since the moon came to his own world, even if it was a reflection, how could he be willing to let the moon leave his own world?

Just... The way he used was too extreme, so his moon was destined not to belong to him.

Even if you insist on it, you will leave your world one day.

……

Blood splashed everywhere.

The man in black and red robe has lost too much blood and finally lost control of the sword of the white fairy.

At this time, Su Qinghuan's sword fell from the man's heart.

"Han Zhou! Are you crazy?!"

Su Qinghuan rushed over without thinking. Tears fell from her face like pearls without money.

"Han Zhou, you won't die, will you?"

He is the son of destiny and the first person with unique talent in the world. He is only one step away from the cross-border flight. If it is not for obsession, how can he stay in the world?

How could... Die so easily?

The immortal in white couldn't believe it.

Her hands trembled and held Yan Hanzhou. She felt that the man's spiritual power was passing rapidly at the moment, and even the body with amazing heat in the past began to cool. The woman's heart was a click.

Su Qinghuan subconsciously wanted to input spiritual power to Yan Hanzhou, but the man, with his last strength, angrily clasped the wrist of the immortal in white.

A man with a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, even if he loses too much blood at the moment and his face is white like snowflakes under the eaves of a winter day, he also has a thrilling morbid beauty.

At the moment, he just looked at the woman crying in front of him.

"Master, did you... Cry for me?"

"Don't talk!"