The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father (Lady Charm)

This is the decision of the third senior brother, and it is also a big gamble for the entire Xiaoyaomen.

Mu Yan closed her eyes and did not participate in the battle, but sat on the ground and plucked the strings.

The battle is so brutal.

The rain fell.

Ling Yusheng's dantian Mingyin Shengyan burned.

Qin Jiu's body cracked open inch by inch, and the charred internal organs leaked out of the hole.

They died in different ways.

But the same is that everyone took the initiative to run into Luo Yunxiao's attack and chose to die.

The same is that before they died, they all shouted the sentence with the last strength: "Little Master, we... wait for you to go home."

Mu Yan felt tears flowing from her eyes.

There was blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.

But she didn't stop playing the piano, and the blood on her fingertips stained the strings.

It seems that because of this, the melodious qin sound has an indescribable sadness and desolation.

This life and this night will last forever, and the freedom will last forever.

We are Xiaoyaomen, the Xiaoyaomen that never leaves, never abandons, and lives and dies together.

Yun Ruohan looked down at the long sword that pierced his chest, and the black and red flames burned his body and soul little by little.

The piercing pain made his lips pale and blue.

But there was a shallow and gentle smile on his face, and he said softly: "Little Master, Xiaoyaomen is not your nightmare... If you were enchanted because of us, then please come back for us... !"

"No matter what you become, you are our little uncle..."

"Xiaoyaomen is your eternal home."

Mingyin Shengyan curled up, completely swallowing Yun Ruohan's vitality.

But Luo Yunxiao did not take back the sword of life in his hand, but let Mingyin Shengyan burn the sword of life that was left.

A pair of sword eyebrows slowly wrinkled, and a puzzled look appeared in the red pupils.

Because these people were not killed by him.

Each of the five people in Xiaoyaomen crashed into it by himself and died in his hands.

Why?

Just to say something to him: Little Shishu, we will wait for you to go home.

Did they think that this would awaken Luo Yunxiao's soul?

Simply ridiculous!

"Luo Yunxiao" wanted to show a mocking smile, but suddenly felt that some hot and humid liquid was flowing from his eyes.

He reached out and touched his face, his palms wet.

tears?

Did he cry?

how can that be? He is heartless and ruthless, has no love and no desire, and only has hatred for the world-destroying demon!

Whoosh-!

At this moment, a black arrow flew towards him.

Luo Yunxiao grabbed it casually, and the arrow covered with the power of the curse had turned into powder in his hand.

The irritability in his heart was suddenly ignited by this arrow at this moment.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the air, grabbing Chu Moli's throat and grabbing him in front of him.

Luo Yunxiao looked at him coldly: "What are you doing? Do you think it will be useful to do these tricks? I repeat again, Luo Yunxiao's soul has long since disappeared, all of you are just useless efforts."

A smile slowly appeared on Chu Moli's pale face, "Little Martial Uncle, do you remember? At this time, I fired not one arrow, but two arrows."

Luo Yunxiao frowned and suddenly turned to look in Muyan's direction.

I saw an arrow hovering in front of her, spinning rapidly.

A fibrin hand covered with blood, grabbed the arrow in his hand, and slowly inhaled it into the palm of his hand.