"Hey..."

Energy is like a knife, sharp and sharp, Chu Rui is extremely restrained, so that the energy of spillover becomes smaller and smaller. Even so, while the pity is getting closer, this energy is getting more and more dense, in her delicate body. Constantly cut, revealing countless wounds, blood, flowing down, forming a **** stream under the feet.

Even though it is difficult to become a painful one, even if it is stepping into the abyss of death, even if his life is just like the fire in the wind, even though his consciousness is annihilating a little bit, but she is laughing, she smiles happily. In her heart, there is no fear, no despair, only the man in her eyes who is anxious for her, crazy for her, her heart, the whole world is forgotten at this moment, only he is alone, only one who rescued him The only firm belief, the light of hope will fill the whole heart.

No matter what else, there is no fear of death, only one wish, no regrets.

I don't know when, Chu Rui has burst into tears.

The man has tears and does not flick, but he is not sad.

Chu Rui is a killer, but he is not ruthless. On the contrary, his inner feelings are much richer than ordinary people. He is rational because he knows his choice, even if he is facing a difficult situation. When you kill, you can still know your beliefs, your persistence, keep your head clear, and strengthen your own path. However, he is also emotional. In this respect, it is only for those around him. He will become so emotional in the face of the person he cares about.

No one can understand that in the killer world, it is the same as the **** ghost of the living king. In the world of heaven, it is completely the death and the butcher's hand, and there will be such a fragile side, and there will be such tears. Just like a helpless child crying like that.

Shaking, the blood flowed into a creek, his face was pale as paper, and his favorite little white jade-like hand, the little hand that had been covered with scars at the moment was stretching towards him, his face hanging. People's distressed and warm smiles, soft and full of warm smiles.

Chu Rui reached out and grasped the small hand of the pity, and he choked, and he could not cry.

"Hey..."

In the incomparable despair and remorse of Chu Rui, when the body's constant expansion is about to burst, Chu Rui meets the angel, the angel who saves himself, the gentle smile and the warm temperature from his palm. Let him be pulled out of the abyss of death.

A grayish source of glory rushed into the hand of Chu Rui with the hand of the pity, and then entered the body, the source of solitude, is the power of chaos, the power of chaos is derived from all things and all kinds of energy. Source, the power of the ancestral source, it can be assimilated, can be swallowed, and can be absorbed.

With the help of this secluded source, Chu Rui is like a long dry drought, madly swallowing the energy injected into the body. Before him, the body can also be swallowed, but it is too fast, he is too late, no The speed of phagocytosis, now with the power of assimilation of the source of the Nether, is even more powerful.

However, Chu Rui’s crisis was lifted, but the pity was not good. When Chu Rui was fine, she smiled, and she was tired and tired. She was so tired, she was so tired, she was so cold. It’s really cold, it’s like going to the arms of you, where is her warmest place, but such a small request is now just a luxury.

Chu Rui did not care about the martial arts soldiers and horses who were still madly attacking him. No matter how many times their attack was blocked by the absolute defense enchantment, it was still like never knowing the tired attack. Chu Rui did not care about this moment. The state of the body, everything is in the stage of stocking, his eyes, only with a smile, with a smile of satisfaction and regret, Jiaozuo slowly fell down the pity.

"what……"

Chu Rui was completely mad. He held the hand full of scars and took it gently. He pulled her into his arms and pulled it into this absolute defense enchantment.

"Pity..."

Chu Rui is calling.

"Oh, pity is so cold."

Pity had forgotten the pain of the whole body, curled up in the arms of Chu Rui, the little face that was revealed, just the happy smile.

"Now, now."

Chu Rui has been flustered. He wants to hold her tightly, and he is afraid of being overpowered. The dense and horrible wounds on her body are bleeding faster, and she is more painful.

"drop……"

Quickly take out the white jade bottle, drink a drop of the remaining six drops of Tianyi Shenshui, then bow his head, kiss on the pale lips of the pity, and use the tip of his tongue to push it in.

Looking up and drinking another drop, but suddenly the abnormal situation, but let him stop.

I don't know because of the sake of Tianyi Shenshui or Chu Rui's kiss. The face of Yuri's face suddenly became rosy, and the long eyelashes continued to flash, very cute.

"Hey..."

Chu Rui felt that there seemed to be something in his body to spray out and go straight into the body of the child.

"Hey..."

"Hey..."

"Hey..."

Not only that, the pet space trembled, the purple-horned double-headed dragon, the thorn flower demon flower Mei Niang and the little phoenix in the phoenix nest that had just eaten the golden eggshell and was sleeping, all came out automatically.

The four keys around Chu Rui, the energy injected from the monarchs of Wang Xian, Bai Qi, Meng Yu and Zhang Wei of the Xianyang Palace, suddenly, were divided into four, and the large part was still imported into Chu Rui. In the body, a small part is infused into the purple-horned double-headed dragon, the pity, the little phoenix and the thorn flower demon flower Mei Niang.

"boom……"

With the purple-horned double-headed dragon to bear the power of some Qinglong and Wang Shuo, the pity bears the power of the white tiger and the white, the little phoenix bears the power of the Suzaku and the ignorance, the flower Mei Niang bears the power of Xuanwu and Zhang Huan, Chu Rui’s body and The infused energy instantly reached a balance. However, he is not concerned about this now. He bows his head and looks at the sorrowfulness of the blood loss due to the excessive blood loss. It is not made up by the **** gas of the white tiger and the white. He was only a long sigh of relief.

Tightly holding the pity, in this incomparable crisis, Chu Rui’s soul is clear, enjoying the joy of losing and recovering. Almost, almost pity, he went, under his eyelids. Going for him, if it is, he will not forgive himself for the rest of his life.