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"Ripple, didn't you say these Manjushahua are poisonous? Why did you rush in? Don't be dizzy!"

While groaning, Yang Zimei looked around for the small figure of Ripple.

While searching, I saw a thick, black cloud rising suddenly in the blood-red flower sea ...

Seeing this dark cloud, Yang Zimei's heart gave a squeak, and he unconsciously looked back at Huo Wenhua.

Huo Wenhua's complexion also turned pale.

Although he was ready to meet the death.

However, the **** of death really came, but he was a little afraid and flinched.

The world of death is, for human beings, an unknown encounter, the existence of fear.

Is he really going to die?

Huo Wenhua looked coldly at the thick cloud, and then looked at his younger brother Huo Wendong.

Huo Wendong was full of excitement and expectations at this time.

Expect death to take away Huo Wenhua's soul, and then regenerate it on this body.

As long as he is reborn, he will overturn the painful days he has lived in, and will use Huo Wenhua's tens of billions to live the most enjoyable life and make up for the past deficiencies.

Yang Zimei looked at the black robe in a complicated mood. The dark black hair covered most of his face, floating in the air without wind, holding a black sickle in his hands, and stepping on the red Manjushahua, slowly moving from the black Death coming out of the clouds!

Black cool guy!

Red Manjussarwar!

Makes a vivid visual effect!

This effect makes people kind of want to suffocate!

This kind of death is really cool and fascinating!

After clearly falling in love with the dragon, Yang Zimei has become less idiotic, but this time she couldn't help but watch the grimace in her eyes, so she didn't drool.

Grim Reaper stepped on the micro steps and walked towards them with a powerful aura.

That half-face like Snow Lake was so cold that there was no human touch, and the air around it instantly became zero.

Huo Wenhua hid unconsciously behind Yang Zimei, his voice trembling, "Master Yang, will death be terrible? Will I go to **** and be frying pan?"

"will not."

Yang Zimei comforted him, "Master Death will come to pick you up in person, which means that you can go after death, don't worry."

Huo Wenhua's heart was still disturbed.

Indeed, in this world, no one can calmly face death!

Even Yang Zimei would be scared if she knew she was going to die.

"Brother, don't forget what you promised me!"

Huo Wendong shouted, "You said that you would give me your body to be born again, please kneel down and ask for death!"

Huo Wenhua glanced at Huo Wendong slightly disappointed.

However, he did not kneel!

Even in the face of death, he is still a boned man, and he cannot kneel like this on his knees.

Moreover, he also believes that death will not care about begging, but only whether it is sincere.

He just wanted to impress Death with his sincere guilt towards his younger brother, hoping that he could move and answer his request.

Death brought a cold wind to Yang Zimei's presence.

"Hi Lord of Death!"

When they met again, the two became familiar with each other, so Yang Zimei greeted him proactively.

Grim Reaper's pupil, who could eat everything, black like a black hole, gave her a slight glance, nodding his head slightly and not speaking.

However, it is already giving Tianda face to get his prostitution.

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