Killer at the age of 12: Lying and laughing among peach blossoms

Before he could finish his sentence, he heard a 'poof'.

Before Yun Haotian could react, he felt a sharp pain in his back.

A sharp sword tip protruded from his chest!

He turned around abruptly, staring at Gong Wuye in disbelief: "You...you..."

It never occurred to me that I saved her, and she actually killed herself! [

"elder brother!"

"elder brother!"

Two voices sounded.

One cool, one coquettish.

One flew towards the city wall.

One took advantage of the chaos and jumped down from above!

Gong Yanmo, who had always been as stable as Mount Tai, commanded calmly, suddenly changed his face: "Little rabbit!"

The figure that flew up was Feng Lingyan!

And the one who jumped down was naturally Gong Wuye.

When the two figures intersected, Feng Lingyan almost didn't even think about it, and slapped Gong Wuye lightly!

Gong Wuye was already flustered, and couldn't dodge at all.

With a cry of surprise, the beaten rolled over in the air, and then fell down.

Feng Lingyan almost stopped, swift as a bird, climbed up the city wall in a blink of an eye, and dodged up.

Even Gong Yanmo, who was always calm and calm, was also stunned for two seconds at this moment.

When he woke up, Gong Wuye had already fallen down with hands and feet dancing.

As soon as he picked it up subconsciously, he took her in his arms.

Looking down, Wei Wei was stunned!

Gong Wuye's face was like gold paper, and the corners of her lips were stained with blood.

Seeing Gong Yanmo, his eyes lit up, as if he wanted to say something, he opened his mouth, and a mouthful of blood spewed out. [

Gong Yanmo's face sank like water, and he didn't know what it was like in his heart.

Touched her veins.

Feng Lingyan's palm was a genuine palm.

Just this palm broke her heart, even if Da Luo Jinxian came, she couldn't save her life.

"Xiao Ye..." Gong Yanmo felt a faint pain in his heart, this sister has paid so much for him.And he always failed her.

"Brother——" Gong Wuye's eyes were full of pain, sadness, and a hint of madness: "Brother, I love...you have always been. I, I don't want to die...I, I still want to be your concubine , the king promised me...promised me..."

The voice became lower and lower, and finally there was no more sound...

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Khan, that's all for today.