Poisoning the World: The Secret Service Mysterious Doctor is a Young Beastly Wife

"Brother, can you hug me? Then I can laugh at Jiuquan even if I die ..."

"... Okay!" Master opened his arms and waited for the final hug.

Zhong Rushuang slammed into his arms: "Master!"

A pair of lovers hug each other tightly at the moment of life and death!

Then, their bodies were shocked!

Sword tips emerge from their respective backs near the heart!

It turned out that they all calculated the opponent while taking advantage of this moment, and they both gave a fatal blow to the opponent.

At the same time when the two bodies were shocked, they also seldom reached the palm of their hands and patted each other desperately.

The master's kung fu is obviously much higher than Zhong Rushuang's. His palm directly shot Zhong Rushuang out of the hood, and Zhong Rushuang didn't even have time to call again. The whole person disappeared into the pale golden light.

Zhong Rushuang's sword was inserted into the master's chest, because he hid a little at the most critical moment. Zhong Rushuang's sword did not directly pierce his heart. He will not die for a while.

He took a step back and sat down, "Bitch! Lie me ..."

The man in red stood not far and watched the killing of the cannibalism. The disgust flashed under his eyes.

In front of the life and death mark, love and friendship often cannot stand the test! So vulnerable!

"They ... they're out of spirit, right?" The big brother gasped. He survives now. If Master is to let him know about his killing of his brother and sister, it is estimated that he and him will never end ...

Fortunately, the demon in red said that the other two would be stunned, so Master would never know the truth, and he could cry to Master more, maybe he could cast another good baby ...

So those two people have to be so excited!

The man in red looked at him with his arms in his arms, and did not answer his question, and suddenly smiled: "You are really the most cruel and hard-working, no wonder you can live this long ..." Then the words turned, and he said, "In fact, you There is no need for three of them to die. My skills have not been fully recovered. It is already the end of this crossbow. You only need to work together to support this turtle shell for a quarter of an hour, and I have nothing to do with you. "

During the talk, the pale golden light surrounding the Prajna mask finally completely dissipated, and no trace of it could be seen.

Brother: "..." His sword-shaking hand trembled! He wanted to stand up, but he was also seriously injured, and now he was just holding on and not getting dizzy. Nothing else can be done. The Prajna mask was originally supported by his mental strength. At this moment, he had reached the end of his end, and the Prajna mask could no longer be supported naturally, and it broke with a snap.

The big brother lay there like a dead dog and couldn't help breathing.

The man in red looked even happier: "Are you regretful? Can't wait to break me up?"

Brother could not answer a word.

Is it regretful to use it at this time? !! Nothing will come again! He was breathing harder, and the corners of his lips began to bleed.

The man in red walked forward slowly, making a gesture of raising his hand towards the elder brother.

The master trembled, his arms lifted uncomfortably, and the sword in his palm slowly pressed against his own neck ...

He wanted to struggle, but he had no strength, and saw the cold sparkling sword front getting closer and closer to his neck. ... "