Chapter 3535: Kill Xiaobao yourself! ? (D) (seeking votes)
With a sharp finger, he pulled out the black knife in his belly.
The black knife is barbed, and this pull is equivalent to cutting the flesh directly.
Immediately, the blood flowed like a spring.
"My dear, my dear, don't die! Xiaobao doesn't want you to die!"
Xiao Bao's cry was hoarse.
The little hand desperately wanted to hold the bleeding wound, but couldn't hold it.
Xiaobao, who is always mature and stable like a small adult, cried like a lost child for the first time.
So helpless, so hopeless, so eager for redemption.
Mu Yan's face was paler than paper. She wanted to reach out and touch Xiaobao's hair.
But at this moment, the disturbing bamboo flute remembered again.
This time the flute sounded louder and louder, with overwhelming soul control power, and with the almost trembling excitement of Huang Fuzun.
Huang Fuzun: "I'd like to see when you can resist [Soul Silence]."
With the sound of the flute, Mu Yan's eyes disappeared slowly and clearly.
The blood-stained hand was forced to buckle Xiaobao's neck.
The little boy's neck was so thin and fragile.
It only takes a slight fold to break.
Xiaobao's eyes were open, and tears kept flowing from his eyes.
Is he going to kill him?
All this blame him.
It was he who knew that it would be dangerous to take the assessment instead of Huang Huang, but had to agree without permission.
It was he who put his mother, uncle and uncle in a desperate situation.
If he died in the hands of his mother.
Uncle Shi also died in the hands of his mother.
How sad to wait for my mother to wake up!
No!
He doesn't like this!
He vowed to protect his mother.
The ice-blue pupils were also slightly stained with red, losing focus.
And in the middle of his forehead, a crimson-like impression appeared.
As the imprint became more and more bright, there were some faintly rising images.
at the same time.
The eyes of Mu Yan who pinched Xiaobao's neck contracted.
A bright dazzling silver full moon appeared behind her, shining brightly.
The sky magic piano didn't know when it floated into the air.
No one played, but there was an intermittent jingle.
He bluntly covered the sound of Huang Fuzun's flute.
...
In the palace of Wuxi.
The little yellow chicken pecked its feathers anxiously, "pecking" while pecking.
"Mom and brother can pass the assessment, they cannot pass the assessment, they can pass the assessment, they cannot pass the assessment ..."
Tsing Yi, who had been standing quietly, suddenly said, "No one can open the gate of the sky in this spacetime."
"Even if they have survived the [infection] and penetrated the [dream dream] ... it is impossible for them to die in the listening pavilion immediately. The master will follow me."
The little yellow chicken raised his head violently, and the slick big cute eyes stared at Tsing Yi Ling, and gave out the cry of milk and milk: "Wangwangwangwangwang !!!" Mother and brother will not die! Bad guy, Huang Huang won't be fooled by you!
Tsing Yi: "..."
The red gemstone on his chest flashed.
Tsing Yi continued to use its mechanical voice and said, "Don't the master believe?"
He flipped his wrist and a glass bottle appeared on his palm.
There were several flames of different colors floating in the glass bottles.
Tsing Yi pointed at the silver: "This is your mother in your mouth."
Pointing at another red group: "This is the brother in your mouth ... the flames are getting weaker and thinner, representing the loss of their vitality and soul. When the flames completely disappear, that is when their spirits are scattered."
