Peerless Beauty: The Concubine Fights the Sky

Luo Sha, I saw that the long sword that pierced Luo Sha's chest was now glowing red, and the red color was like a rootless wind, instantly seeping into Luo Sha's body.

Rakshasa's body began to age rapidly, and began to become ugly quickly...

The coquettish mandala-like appearance quickly became old and ugly, as if the blood had been drained, and he became a skeleton-like person almost instantly.

This this……

"Use your man's blood to offer my best wishes to my emperor, yes, that's right." Batgirl stood beside Luklight and Rakshasa, and smiled at this.

"This sword... this sword..." Yaoguang instantly clenched the sword under his hand.

Is this the blood emperor's sword?

What power is on this sword?

This... this... Rakshasa... Rakshasa... .

"Master..." Little Bones exclaimed in horror.

Its owner is the most powerful, how could it become like this, this long sword... this long sword...

"Beiming Yaoguang, you are so ruthless, so ruthless, do you insist on killing Master, do you have any heart, Master is so kind to you, so kind..." Little Bones almost Weeping angrily, he threw himself in front of Luo Sha, constantly taking out things from his bone body, and applying them on Luo Sha's body.

Fluctlight's body trembled, and his face turned pale for an instant.

Luo Sha is so strong, although her sword is dangerous, it will definitely not kill Luo Sha, but now... now...

No, no, Fluctlight kept shaking his head, it can't be like this, it can't be like this...

Luo Sha, who had been staring fiercely at Yaoguang, seeing that Yaoguang was speechless and unable to refute, couldn't help but his blood-red eyes turned redder to the point of bleeding.

Why?Why?

Is this the woman he likes?

Is this the first time he entrusted a sincere woman?

He thought of her so much, and wanted to hold her on top of his heart so much, but...

But what is waiting for him?Is it such a betrayal?Is it such a heartache?

Luo Sha looked at the fluttering light, looked at the fluttering light fiercely, his eyes seemed to want to reflect the fluttering light in front of him deeply into his mind, into his soul.

He never knew that feelings could hurt so much.

It was so hurt that he could barely feel the pain of the wound, so much that he couldn't feel the rapidly disappearing vitality of his body, so that his eyes were so sore that he almost shed tears.

Hehe, tears, he has lived for a hundred years, and he never knew what tears were.