Jiangmen iron blood poisonous concubine

Chapter 536 Take heart blood. 3
Everyone looked at Mr. Zhu, hoping that he could come up with a way not to risk his life like this.

Mr. Zhu couldn't bear to look away, and said sadly: "Between the heaven and the earth, yin and yang are in harmony, the universe is big, and everything has its own laws. There is no other way except this method."

When this sentence was said, everyone was cold and disheartened.

Only Qin Shiyue's expression was miraculously calm. For her, finding a way was already the best ending.

Qin Shiyue glanced at Wei Xuan and the others who were kneeling on the ground, and slowly raised her head.

She looked up at the snow-capped mountains that went straight up into the sky, and said melancholy: "Wei Xuan, fate is determined by God, life and death are determined by fate, I saved him, he deserves to live and die, it is destined by God."

In this way, she has made a very firm determination.

No one can stop it.

She stretched out her hand, opened her palm to Wei Xuan again, and said firmly: "Give me the knife, no matter what you say, I will do it."

She is Qin Shiyue, and the things she decides are always final.

Wei Xuan stared blankly at Qin Shiyue's outstretched hand in front of her. Under the snowy light, her fingers were very slender and white.

Looking at such a beautiful thing, he felt an incomparably long sadness.

In the end, he compromised with Qin Shiyue, and pulled out a small machete from his boots. The silver scabbard was carved with intricate and delicate patterns, which was very delicate and beautiful.

Wei Xuan remembered that this knife was given to him by Uncle Nine Emperors.

Unexpectedly, today, this knife is actually used by Qin Shiyue to separate her chest, take out the blood of her heart, and use it to feed these evil spirits and Uncle Nine Emperors.

This is life.

Everyone should obey fate.

Unconvinced is the fate of Uncle Nine Emperors.

Ask how many people in this world can reverse their fate, fearing that the torment will make people depressed, unable to resist, and suffering every night.

Qin Shiyue looked down at the knife in his hand, such a beautiful machete.

She pulled it out abruptly, the sharp blade was illuminated by the snow light, and a dazzling light flashed the moment it was unsheathed.

It hurt her eyes so much that she could barely open them.

Lingji and Xiangji wanted to stop them, but Wei Xuan stopped them.

He knew that no matter who it was, it would be impossible to stop Qin Shiyue today, and when he reached this point, he agreed to what Uncle Jiu Huang once said to him.

I remember that day, Uncle Nine Emperors said to him: "Wei Xuan, do you believe in fate?"

Wei Xuan naturally said he didn't believe it.

People like him who lick blood with knife-edge, believe it, it's more of themselves.

Unexpectedly, Uncle Nine Emperors smiled strangely, turned around and said to him, "But I believe it."

At that time, Wei Xuan didn't know what his words meant, why even a strategist like Uncle Nine Emperors believed in fate.

But now, he finally understood.

No matter how powerful a person is, he must succumb to this fate.

Uncle Nine Emperors was wiser than him, and had predicted this long ago, so, he said, he believed in fate.

"Mr. Zhu, what should I do?" Qin Shiyue held the scimitar tightly, turned around and asked Mr. Zhu.

Mr. Zhu also felt sad for a while. Anyone would be moved by such a stubborn woman.

Couldn't bear to look at her, so he started to say: "I will open the eyes of the formation, you go into the formation, and get blood, the evil spirit on Uncle Nine Emperors will compete with the evil spirits, whether you can save him or not depends on fate .”

(End of this chapter)