Poisoning the World: The Secret Service Mysterious Doctor is a Young Beastly Wife Chapter 272: Killing with a knife
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"Brother, can you hug me? Then I can laugh at Jiuquan even if I die ..."
"... Okay!" Master opened his arms and waited for the final hug.
Zhong Rushuang slammed into his arms: "Master!"
A pair of lovers hug each other tightly at the moment of life and death!
Then their bodies suddenly started!
Sword tips emerge from each of the backs near the heart!
It turned out that they both secretly calculated each other at this moment, and they both gave a fatal blow to each other.
At the same time when the two bodies are shocked, they also have a rare tacit understanding and shoot each other desperately.
The master's kung fu is obviously much higher than Zhong Rushuang's. His palm directly shot Zhong Rushuang out of the hood, and Zhong Rushuang didn't even have time to call again. The whole person disappeared into the pale golden light.
The sword of Zhong Rushuang was inserted into the chest of his master, because he hid a little at the most critical moment. Zhong Rushuang's sword did not directly pierce his heart. He will not die for a while.
He took a step back and sat down, "Bitch! Lie me ..."
The man in red stood not far and watched this cannibalistic show opening to the end, and there was a disgust at the bottom of his eyes.
Before the life and death mark, love and friendship often cannot stand the test! So vulnerable!
"They ... they're gone?" He survives now. If you let Master know how he killed his younger brother, sister, and sister, it is estimated that he and him will never end ...
Fortunately, this demon in red said that the other two would lose their souls, so Master would never know the truth, and he could cry to Master more, maybe he could cast another good baby ...
So those two guys have to fly away!
The man in red looked at him with his arms in his arms, and didn't answer his question. He suddenly smiled: "You really are the most cruel and spooky, no wonder you can live this long ..." Then the words turned, and he said again: " In fact, none of you need to die. My skills have not been fully recovered. It is already the end of this crossbow. You only need to work together to support this turtle shell for a quarter of an hour, and I have nothing to do with you. "
During the conversation, the pale golden light surrounding the Prajna mask finally completely dissipated, and no trace of it could be seen.
Brother: "..." His sword-shaking hand trembled! He wanted to stand up, but he was also seriously injured, and now he was just holding on and not getting dizzy. Nothing else can be done. The Prajna mask was originally supported by his mental strength. At this moment, he had reached the end of his dead end, so the Prajna mask could no longer be supported, and it burst.
Master is lying there like a dead dog, unable to breathe.
The man in the red suit looked even happier: "Are you regretful? Can't wait to break me up?"
Master can't answer a word.
I regret it? !! Nothing will come again! He was breathing harder, and the corners of his lips began to bleed.
The man in red walked forward slowly and made a gesture of raising his hand towards the elder brother.
The master trembled, his arms lifted unwillingly, and the sword in the palm was slowly pasted to his own neck ...
He wanted to struggle, but he had no strength, and saw the cold sparkling sword edge getting closer and closer to his neck. Pass me ... "