Half Martial Immortal, Half Margin Monarch

Chapter 1272 The Death of Wumo
She couldn't help being swept up by the hurricane and flew straight out!

"Bang!" Her body hit a boulder directly!

Although her skill is superb, she is a body of flesh and blood after all, and the force of this hurricane is too great, she was almost knocked out of breath by this collision!

She slid to the ground, and the stars burst out in front of her eyes, making it almost impossible for her to see the person opposite.

Although her eyes can't see clearly, her heart is very clear.

God, he's finally here!

She waited for him for ten days, wanting to wait for him to give her an explanation.

Unexpectedly, what I was waiting for was such a statement--
As soon as he appeared, he slapped her thunderously and almost took a picture of her!
The blood in her chest was churning wildly, and she tried to swallow the blood several times, but she swallowed it.

She tried her best to open her eyes wide, and after the dizziness passed, she finally saw everything on the opposite side clearly, and her heart sank suddenly!
On the opposite side, the sword in Wu Mo's eyebrow fell to the ground, and the mask that had been wearing on his face was finally broken, revealing his heavenly face.

His complexion was as pale as crystal, and against the blood on his forehead, he was as fragile as glass.

Shen Jiuli held his vein door with one hand: "Wu Mo!" Nian power was instilled along his vein door, trying to keep his life.

"Di Zun, don't...don't be fooled by her again..." Wumo's pale and thin lips parted slightly, and a flash of relief flashed in his usually emotionless eyes: "You still don't believe me... Now I can only put It is also given to you... I died, your memory will recover, and you will be able to understand how she betrayed you back then..."

Circles of white light emerged from his body, and his whole body became transparent at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into countless streamers of light, which spun around Shen Jiuli several times, and then penetrated into the center of his eyebrows——
Ning Xuemo stared at all this with wide eyes, almost speechless in shock.

Wu Mo's eyebrows are actually his cover!

But the sword she just shot was clearly aimed at his Qihai acupoint, who would have thought that Wumo would squat down at a critical moment, this... It was like sending him to his door automatically to die!
She watched Wumo disappear on the ground and then entered Shen Jiuli's body as a streamer, and didn't know how to react for a while.

What exactly is Wumo?
How could there be such a weird situation after his death? !
Could it be that he was transformed from Shen Jiuli's memories?Only the memory of Jiuli, the god of death, will he recover?
Which life's memory will he restore?

Is it all?Or with Xue Yimo?
In her extreme shock, a strong uneasiness rose in her heart, as if——some catastrophe was about to befall her.

She sat there, with bloodshot eyes overflowing from the corners of her lips, watching Shen Jiuli's body flickering with light, and his breath getting colder and colder...

The past flooded into his mind like a tide.

The bloody little fox, the girl seeking medical treatment, the charming seduction, traveling hand in hand, making court visits like a joke...the wedding night, and the sword she stabbed decisively at the end...

Everything was as if he experienced it yesterday, making his face turn pale...

When he was in the bridal chamber with Ning Xuemo, he already had some incomplete memories of his previous life in his mind, but they were incomplete, and he couldn't connect them for a while.

But now I remember all of them!
And finally understand the origin of Wumo.

He always thought that Wumo was his brother in the previous life, so he was willing to stay by his side all the time as a shadow and a stand-in.

(End of this chapter)