Princess Against the World

That blow from the soul, even a combined blow from her, Gu Lan and Liang Feifei, might not be able to withstand it.

Those people below, even if they work together, will definitely end up dead or injured.

But now——

Gu Lan, Liang Feifei and others stood up from the pit in embarrassment. Although they were all gray and gray, they were still intact.

There were a lot of minced meat and clothes scattered on the surrounding ground surface, and the smell of blood filled the air.

"We...are not dead?!" Zhan Cheng looked at himself in disbelief, then at the minced meat around him, frowning.

It makes no sense that they were still standing here unharmed when everyone else was reduced to rubble.

There wasn't even any sign of internal injuries!

"It's because they showed mercy!"

Gu Lan dusted himself off and looked up at Ling Luoyu and Hun standing on the edge of the pit.

"Otherwise, we will definitely die!"

"Why? Why didn't he kill us?" Liang Feifei looked at the few survivors suspiciously.

Except for a few of them, Pulsatilla and Ding Buliu are also still alive.

However, Jia Guizi's figure disappeared.

At this time, Pulsatilla was half-kneeling in one place, while Ding Buliu was standing behind him, tapping his shoulder with his hand.

"Forget it... life and death are determined by destiny, wealth and honor are in heaven! We may just die a little later than him... maybe in the near future, the three of us brothers will meet again on the road to Huangquan!"

The white-headed man took off his coat and laid it flat on the ground. He picked up the pile of flesh and blood stained on Jia Guizi's clothes on the ground with both hands and carefully placed it on the clothes.

"Old Jia, our fate as brothers is over in this life. If there is an afterlife, I hope we can still be brothers!"

This is the only thing Jia Guizi left behind. If he had the chance to take it back, he could only make a tomb for him.

After putting away his coat, the white-headed man looked slightly sad and looked up at the condescending soul.

"Old Jia, if you die first, you actually have the advantage of dying first!"

Ding Buliu tilted his head: "..."

"If you die, Lao Ding and I will collect your body for you! If we both die... I wonder if there will be anyone who can collect our body for us!"

After talking, Ding Buliu also became sad: "Old Bai, everyone is dead, so don't worry about the things behind you! The five of us might end up here... Let's do Lonely Soul Wilderness together. ghost!"

His voice paused suddenly, as if he remembered something, he frowned and took a breath.

"That's wrong...how can we both survive? Old Jia is already dead!?"

The three of them poured power into Gu Lan's body together.

If the power comes back, then the three of them will bear the same power.

Even if it were different, it would make no sense that Jia Guizi was reduced to a pulp, but they didn't even scratch their skin.

"Yeah..." Pulsatilla also realized this problem, and his heart was beating wildly: "Both of us... even if we don't die, we will be seriously injured to the point of death. How can we still..."

You are still alive and kicking, how can you be sad here?

"Could it be..."

Ding Bu Liu You looked at Hun, the words rolled in his throat, and finally spoke out.

"Did he... deliberately show mercy and spare our lives?"

"It doesn't make sense..."

The white-headed man looked like he had seen a ghost, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

"Why did he want to spare our lives?"