Killer at the age of 12: Lying and laughing among peach blossoms

The blood on her body stung his eyes severely, and he clenched his fingers tightly, the knuckles were almost pale white.

The pain in Mu Yue's right chest was so painful that she scratched her heart and liver, but no matter how painful the wound on her body was, it was not as severe as the wound on her heart.

She is the god of war, so she naturally understands how much force the opponent used in this blow.

He has no mercy on himself at all!

Her eyes were as dark as a dark night, and she fixedly looked at the man in front of her: "So—you really love her, because she can disregard who is right and who is wrong—"

She had obviously suffered severe internal injuries, and she couldn't stand even when she was supposed to be weak.

She just kept her body straight, like a red plum tree that has been ravaged by the cold wind but refused to bend down and bow her head.

The blood flowed down the corners of her lips incessantly, it was beautiful and miserable.

"I..." Xuanyuan Luoyu shook, as if he was the one who received the sword.

The cold and thin lips were uttering the most vicious and ruthless words just now, but now they are trembling and unable to speak.

"Mu Mu..." He finally called out the old address, his heart trembled: "You... I'll heal your wounds first..."

He reached out to hold her in his arms.

But Mu Yue wobbled and took two steps back: "No need... you said, whoever said you want to stab the eight swords, come here, we will settle after the stab... I, I don't owe you anymore..."

The expression in her eyes was very serious, she forced her sword into his hand, and slightly closed her eyes: "Come... come on!"

"Damn it, I'll let you heal first!"

Xuanyuan Luoyu casually threw away the sword she handed over, took a step forward, and hugged her tightly, his fingers trembling, trying to stop her bleeding first.

"I don't want you to heal me, and I don't want to owe you any more."

A faint white light flashed across Mu Yue's body, Xuanyuan Luo Yu didn't expect that she still had the ability to attack at this time.

As if struck by lightning, Mu Yue loosened her arms and slipped out of his embrace.

She was originally at the end of her strength, and after this final blow, she no longer had the slightest strength in her body.

His feet softened and he fell down. Bleak Bleak 