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Chapter 749 Returning the Bone (1)

Jing Shijialan got up from the ground with great difficulty, and almost fell to the ground several times, Wanyan could even hear the sound of friction between his bones.

On the white clothes, there are two inches of rouge and one inch of snow, and there is far more red than white.

Jing Shi Maha finally came back to his senses, and immediately rushed forward with his sword drawn.

Without the wind line, he lost control of Jing Shijialan, and Jing Shimaha had no choice but to take him back.

However, when Jing Shijialan finally stood up tremblingly, his arms and body were raised at the same time when he couldn't stand still.

In his hand, he held a dagger tightly.The tip of the dagger was aimed at his own heart.

Jing Shi Maha's footsteps stopped abruptly.

There was no blood on Jing Shijialan's face, and there was no vitality in his eyes. He looked at Jing Shi Maha calmly and weakly.

"If you don't want me to die, let her go."

Such a weak body, but the words spoken are so firm.

Jingshi Maha didn't move, and didn't express his position.He stared at Jing Shijialan's eyes, trying to see through Jing Shijialan's heart with his best observation and concern.

Even though Jing Shijialan died with this knife, the whole world will be buried with him, and Jing Shimaha's great cause has also been burnt down.

But at this time, Jing Shi Maha was not nervous.

In his subconscious mind, he still felt that Jing Shijialan would never really commit suicide.

That is Jing Shajialan, a poor person who has devoted all his energy to the world since he was born, and has always held the world above his head no matter what.

He may also have a day when he will give up on himself, but Xuan Wanyan is not worthy of this opportunity.

So Jingshi Maha shook his head, but he didn't move forward.

"Impossible, she must come with me today."

Jing Shijialan took another step back, and retreated in front of Wanyan, completely blocking her.

And his hand was already holding the dagger and piercing into the heart.

The sharp dagger easily pierced his clothes and skin, and a string of blood beads slowly came out.

"I'll say it again, let her go."

Jingshi Maha still looked at it coldly, even folded his arms, and teased with a half-smile:

"Jing Shijialan, no one knows who you are better than me.

I know you won't seek death, so you don't have to drag your body to play hard here. "

The scattered light in Jing Shijialan's eyes re-condensed, and he clenched and clenched the handle of the dagger with his palm. Finally, he made up his mind, closed his eyes, and pushed inward without hesitation.

"Pfft..."

At this moment, Jing Shijialan suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

The blood mist flew more than ten meters away.

However, it wasn't because of the knife he stabbed in the heart, but because of... the knife right in the back of his heart.

On Jing Shijialan's back, a shining sword looked like a vicious snake, which had already penetrated halfway.

Yama of the Ten Palaces.

At the same time, a person held the Yama Sword of the Ten Halls with his left hand, and the knife with his right hand crossed the front of Shakyamuni's neck, stopping at the position of his aorta.

At this moment, Jing Shi Maha's eyes widened in shock, and he was about to rush over subconsciously.

It was Jing Shijialan, who froze in place at this moment, like a dead gray sculpture.

In front of his chest, Jing Shijialan stuck the dagger in his heart, and the hand he had been holding tightly, let go.

He couldn't lower his head, but with only his peripheral vision, Jing Shijialan could recognize the sharp weapon across his neck.

bone blade.

And it was his own bone blade.

Beside his ears, there was an extremely cold voice.

"Either let me take my man away, or I send him to die."

　Tsk tsk tsk tsk, you are really miserable

　　But if you are loved by your mother, you will be beaten by your mother, right? I love you so much, you will swallow this knife, right?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)