"Ha ha ha!"

The juvenile's body was covered with countless swords, but he fell down for it, letting the blood stain the red blouse, laughing and arrogant, and arrogant.

"Do you think this will defeat me? Unfortunately, I have not been able to protect the Queen, I have not revenge for my good brother Qinglong and Xuanwu, I can not die!"

"And my white tiger, as long as it does not fall, still can fight!"

The juvenile pulls out the sword that has pierced the body, such as a mighty war god, powerful rival, threatening the Quartet!

In the sky, there are countless powerful enemies. These enemies pile up together like a giant mountain, but the young men who are under the sword are not covered up.

He is the demon general, the white tiger **** of war! His duty is to guard the queen, the queen is not out of danger, he can not fall!

"enough!"

Bai Yan’s fingers licked her lips, and tears flowed down the corners of her eyes.

She looked at the knife of those people, cut off the boy's arm, and saw that his snow shirt was already dripping with bright red blood...

But he still stood, even if the heart was picked out from the chest by the sword, his face did not change his look.

It’s just that his gaze is no longer the glory of the past, the horrible movement.

Everyone knows that he is dead!

In order to protect the demon world, in order to protect the demon after the demon, it is already dead!

But he is still fighting.

Just like the oath he just said, as long as he has not fallen, he will always fight with these people and never give up!

At this moment, even the enemy standing in the opposite position is moving the loyalty of this snowshirt boy.

He is consuming the soul!

Support the action with the soul, guarding the people he has to guard all the world!

The consequences of this can be nothing more than a soul flying, no life!

"White Tiger!"

The woman who was guarded by the teenager coughed twice and climbed up from the ground.

Her face was weak, and her beautiful anger contained endless anger... and endless suffering.

"Enough, you have done enough, you can rest in peace, I swear, if there is an afterlife, I must find all three of you among the thousands of people! I want to let the whole god... You are buried!"

......

Funeral!

These two words make the white face with the incompetence of this battlefield feel the same, her inner Tao Tao anger is ignited, but the grief of desperation makes her unable to think of others, and her footsteps are more awkward toward the **** of war.

"Stop, you stop..."

Can't continue, otherwise, he will really exhaust the soul, never in the afterlife!

Bai Yan trembled and reached out, trying to touch the stiff and pale face of the boy, but her hand passed through the boy's face, and only one piece of air was started.

Yes, she is not in this place, this space is only in her memory.

No matter what she does, she is in vain...

It was only the young boy who stopped the action, and the empty eyes turned to the position where Bai Yan stood.

I don't know if it is her illusion. She always feels that this boy seems to be watching her...

"I won't have anything, we will all have a future life. If you don't stop, come to life... you can't continue to protect me."

Bai Yan did not know if the teenager could really see her. She could only hold the last hope.

But as she fell, the sword in the boy’s hand slowly slipped from his palm, and his determined body fell, and the memory of Bai Yan collapsed. All the scenes were from her. The mind disappears.

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