Help!Crazy criticizing the tyrant, he spoils me every day

"Tyrant, what are you doing?" Murong was seriously injured, and he tried to focus on Ye Di who was not daring to act rashly in the distance, urging.

Tian Yi had never been threatened like this before, and he always thought that he had never had a weakness, until he met Xiao Wei, a little girl, and before he knew it, he loved her so deeply, and he couldn't bear her to be hurt in the slightest.

For her, he was willing to do anything, even risking his life.

However, he is very clear about the situation now, even if he chooses to compromise Xiaowei who is pregnant with his child, it will not be a good thing. The worst consequence is that without his protection, those people will have concerns about uprooting the weeds and wanting his child To be buried with her beloved.

The weak spiritual power was beating, and he grasped the struggle that belonged to her amidst the freezing and blood.

"Let her go, and I will give you my king's life!"

Tian Yi opened his mouth to attract Murong's attention, and slowly raised his right hand holding the shadow blade, reaching his heart.

"Very good, just plunge in and end all of this." Seeing Yedi compromise, Murong was delighted that he had made the right bet. This cold-blooded and brutal god still has weaknesses after all.

Xiao Wei stared at Tian Yi in the distance. Even though his shadow blade reached his heart, Lord Murong, who was holding her hostage, still did not dare to let go. While the other party was watching his every move, two daggers that could hurt her at any time still on the side of her neck and abdomen.

She concentrated her spiritual power on the side of her neck and abdomen, and the summoned vines silently wrapped around the tip of the dagger that threatened her—
Ok?
The small fluctuation of spiritual power made Murong startled, and lowered his gaze, at that moment, a shadow flashed behind him, piercing through his head with a whoosh.

Murong felt his eyes go dark, and he let go of the dagger and it fell to the ground. Before he could figure out what happened, he died.

The shadow dragged Murong's body away from Xiaowei, and threw him into the pine tree behind like throwing away trash.

A few drops of warm blood splashed on the back of Xiaowei's neck, and gradually became cold.

Xiao Wei could really feel the horror of the instant disappearance of life, she froze in place, she couldn't breathe for more than ten seconds, and the bit of spiritual power that she worked hard to condense disappeared after attracting Murong's attention gone.

Tianyi teleported to his beloved wife, hugged her into his arms with only one arm, and protected her tightly, his cold eyes quickly glanced around, he wanted to see who else would come forward-
cough-
Olan, who held his breath because of nervousness, coughed out a mouthful of blood. Although Xiaowei was saved, he also lost an important ally.

He straightened up staggeringly, there were countless casualties in the alliance, and those who wanted to go forward were forced back frequently by Yedi's terrifying sense of oppression because of Murong Guojun's greatly weakened will to die.

Lost!

Even if he tried his best to assemble what he thought was the strongest God Killing Team, they still couldn't hurt Yedi half a point.

Really unwilling!

Ye Di bloodbathed the Elven King City and tortured and killed his compatriots. How could he back down because of the disparity in strength?

Oran held his staff high in both hands, and staggered forward without hesitation.

"Hey!" Tianyi set his eyes on the elf prince who was coming this way, and the other party gathered all his remaining strength, using the staff as the medium, the holy light dazzled his eyes.Light and shadow, mutual generation and mutual restraint, Tianyi will not underestimate Olan's desperate fight, on the contrary, he will mercilessly give the opponent a fatal blow, smashing the enemy's poor hope.

He strengthened the shadow shields around him, and his hostility sprang out like a poisonous snake, approaching the rushing Oran.

"Don't!" Suddenly, Xiaowei left his embrace and ran towards Aolan who was rushing. She spread her arms to stop him in the middle of the snow, pleading loudly. "Stop fighting, death can't end all these hatreds, live on, please give us hope for change! Stop fighting, you know I'm not here just for personal reasons, Oran!"

The woman was shouting, hysterical, obviously so weak, but the voice resounded through the sky, and entered everyone's ears with the icy cold air.