Transmigrating into the Idiot Fifth Miss: Stunning Crazy Concubine

"Ruo'er" Shui Qianjue looked at Ruo'er's movements, felt the hot liquid slowly and continuously pouring down his throat, and felt dazed for a moment, couldn't help but close his eyes, why did she do this, why did she use her blood.Read the latest chapter of vip\\

On one side is the dearest and dearest lady, and on the other side is the man who loves this life.

What should she do, what should she do if something happens to both of them.

From the corner of Ruo'er's eye, a drop of crystal teardrop fell onto Feng Qingcheng's pale face,

For a moment, I felt like something was pinching me on my neck, making me unable to breathe. [

He gasped for breath a few times, his body trembled uncontrollably a few times, a pain came from his hand, which brought Ruo'er's mind back to his senses, the scar on his wrist was shocking, but Ruo'er didn't make a sound, and the bright Mou Zi looked at it. Wearing that purple-clothed Feng Qingcheng.

The corner of his mouth twitched: "If there is any news, you must send the letter by flying pigeons."

Feng Qingcheng nodded, swept Shui Qianjue's expectant eyes with her deep eyes, and said silently.

Don't worry, I will definitely find her.

Soon, Feng Qingcheng waved her hand neatly and asked Taotao to take them back for treatment.

The purple clothes fluttered, the white clothes were bright red, and the green clothes settled down, and soon disappeared into the air.

The sky has long been gloomy, and the heavy rain is pattering and pattering, as if it wants to wash away the blood.

This area of ​​Shura is full of gloomy atmosphere.

In this bloody battle, the wind was as cold as a knife, and the sun was bloody.

In this bloody battle, on the edge of the soul-breaking cliff, the beauty is bathed in blood.

This bloody battle, life and death, can't reach the edge of the cliff.

But even if a ruthless killer who has killed countless blood can see this scene, he will definitely say that this bloody battle is more terrifying than the battlefield where the corpses of gold and iron horses are piled up like mountains!

That's not just a battlefield, it's also a battlefield for Shura evil spirits!

In the tumbling river, with the heavy rain, it kept roaring and tumbling.

In this turbulent flood, a red dot drifted with the tide, and gradually, another red dot chased in the flood.

As it got closer and closer, I was surprised to find that the two red dots were nothing but a woman, moving with the flood, a group of red dots were chasing closely.

It's nothing, just a group of small red animals, fluffy, floating with the boiling of the river.

Pain, endless pain, Luo Liuling's mind was filled with boundless anger.

She can't die, and she doesn't want to die, she seems to have returned to the Shura's place by her side. [

She had a dream, a rare dream, and in the dream, she was still fighting bloody battles.

In the muddle, the soft sword in your hand is constantly dancing. It is the flower of the River of Forgetfulness blooming on the other side. It is extremely beautiful and will lead you to the road to the underworld!

The long knife flew.

The soft sword fluttered.

At that moment, under the sky full of flowers and flames, the most magnificent and tragic flower of the other side bloomed in the world!

Every move is the fastest, the most ruthless, and the most effective.

because--

She must not die! ,

and so--

She can't fall down!

because---

The strong live!The weak perish!

so---

The move must be cruel and never return,

The trick must be that the bones are broken and the flesh is bleeding,

No room!

kill!kill!kill!

The silver thread waved, and the blood splashed!

The usually calm and cold eyes have long been replaced by bloodthirsty gloom, only the corners of the lips are faintly smiling, looking at the scarlet blood splashing all over the sky, like a hellish ghost.

Luo Liuling frowned tightly, the pain spread from all over his body, and his body floated on the flood water.

But Luo Liuling's will was still in that bloody battle, surrounded by dark people.

She was alone in the bloody battle, the air was full of oppression, and the smell of blood was getting stronger and stronger, constantly pulling Luo Liuling's nerves. [