The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

"Fighting God..." The Dragon God looked at the repairs without saying a word.

A series of sinister smiles appeared in the guise of the Undead.

Enthusiastically, he reached out and grasped the neck of the undead ancestors, and picked him up from the ground and reached the wall.

A strong palm, the walls behind the ancestors of the undead are split.

"It has nothing to do with me." A calm face looked at the distorted smile on the yoke face and dissipated a little.

The strength of the palm is getting tighter and tighter. If it is not the undead that does not need to breathe, the Yaksha has already been cut off, but even so, the throat that has been strongly squeezed is about to break.

The ancestors of the undead who can easily defeat the shackles are so powerless in the face of repairing time.

Second, it will always be second.

"Fighting God! Don't kill him..." Long Shen looked at the repair to kill the Yasha, and immediately shouted.

There is no meaning to repair a little loose hand. The strength of the hand is getting tighter and tighter. The face of Yaksha is already pale, but he is not struggling with half a minute. He just looks at the repair with the eyes with thick and ironic smiles.

It’s like he has been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Shen Yanxiao’s body injury was restored to some extent. She looked at the neck of the Yaksha who was repairing and dying, and she was shocked!

"Repair! Don't kill him!"

The repairing action stopped at the moment when Shen Yanxiao made a sound. He slowly loosened his hand and looked at the Yaksha with a cold face.

If it wasn’t for the first time to tell Suzaku that it was dangerous, they couldn’t get there in such a short time. When he thought that he would come a little later, Shen Yanxiao would die, and he wanted to make the Yaksha smashed. .

The Yaksha softly sat on the ground against the wall, with a huge mockery on his handsome face. He suddenly smiled and laughed.

"Ashuro, why don't you kill me?" Yasha smiled enough, and he looked disdainfully.

"Ashuro knife I have been helping you to collect, you can use it to kill me completely, I almost killed the experimental body, you do not kill me? You do not kill me, I will still be her Start, the demon will return to the world, I will continue to join the devil's team with the undead, now you kill me, it will all end." Yasha leaned against the wall, a beautiful face with a twisted smile .

I didn’t look at Yaksha when I saw it.

Shen Yanxiao stood up under the support of Suzaku, and the identity of the undead ancestor surprised her. Although she did not know what the meaning of the word Yaksha represented.

But the upper god...

Why does the Lord God arrange a superior **** to lead the undead?

And why should you completely undead afterwards?

"The ancestors of the undead? Or should I call you Yaksha?" Shen Yanxiao looked calmly at the Yaksha who had just killed her.

Yaksha's cold and tearing lips, it seems that he does not intend to pay attention to Shen Yanxiao.

Shen Yanxiao did not care about the silence of Yaksha. She looked up and looked at the screaming Ashura knife.

"You keep this knife, I hope that one day you can use it to end your ridiculous life. You know from the beginning that when you are still there, you never thought about hurting him. You think it is borrowing his hand. Know yourself, isn't it." Shen Yanxiao wants to understand, everything that Yaksha did before is to irritate the repair, in order to let the killer kill him.

He wants to die, so he doesn't need any reason to do anything.