Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

This time, the feeling is the same as falling at the foot of the snow mountain thousands of years later.

It's also such a windy and snowy day.

Even the whistling of the wind could be heard.

A man in black came into the house, saw the scene, scolded the bad luck, and then kicked yuan Zifan's mother Liang's feet.

Then he came to yuan Zifan.

Remembering the master's orders, he looked at the bracelet on the girl's wrist.

So he stretched out his hand, pulled the bracelet and pulled it out.

Unfortunately, the bracelet at this time seems to be integrated with yuan Zifan's wrist.

It can't be dragged at all.

The man in black scolded, "what a fucking bad luck. One of the good little women died..."

Another man in black came and swore a few words. Then he took his sword and said, "don't pull it. I'll cut off her hand and it's over?"

"Then cut it. Be careful. Don't break the bracelet. The master has told me a lot..."

"Stop talking nonsense. Get out of the way. I'll cut it..."

Then the man in black raised his sword high and cut it at yuan Zifan's arm.

This is to cut off her arm.

It is said that when human fear reaches the extreme, they will accumulate boundless anger.

At this moment, yuan Zifan felt that his whole chest was filled with anger and unwillingness.

For the position of a housewife, slag father sent people all the way to the foot of the snow mountain.

My grandmother died and my mother died. My grandfather and brother were silent at this time. I didn't know whether they were alive or dead.

She had to cut off her arm for a bracelet that was said to have origin.

She went through a hard journey and came to her own home.

Unexpectedly, they were going to die under their hands.

She's not willing.

She still has a lot to do.

She's only 15 years old.

How can you die like this when you are a few years younger?

The vicious yuan hechen doesn't deserve to be a descendant of the yuan family. She took such a deep blood feud into hell and died in peace.

Suddenly, a hot heat came from the wrist, the wrist was tightened, and an inexplicable force quickly spread from the wrist to the heart.

The cold heart seems to be warming up a little.

The sword wind blowing on yuan Zifan's face suddenly opened yuan Zifan's closed eyes, and a cold light crossed from the bottom of her eyes.

The sword of the man in black was about to be cut on yuan Zifan's wrist.

At that moment, the man in black was frightened by his suddenly opened eyes.

Yuan Zifan stretched out his hand and grasped the sword. The blood trickled down from his hand and penetrated into the bracelet.

A faint invisible light flashed and the bracelet trembled.

Yuan Zifan seems to have done this action countless times in her dream. Her wrist is light, the crisp sound of Jingling comes from her wrist, her lips move, and a string of Sanskrit overflows from her mouth.

The bracelet began to rotate violently, and a golden light came out of the bracelet.

Yuan Zifan turned over and raised his hand. The bracelet flew out of her wrist.

And Xumi turned into a golden sword. Yuan Zifan waved, and the golden sword fell into her palm. She held the handle of the sword and waved her hand, and the head of the man in black was cut off from his neck.

Then he fell to the ground, looked at the headless body incredulously, made a gurgling sound in his throat, and the blood filled the ground instantly.