My host is the thief six

Chapter 1188 This Grim Reaper Is Not Qualified (51)

When Ariane killed a dozen people, Aaron and others had already arrived here.

He saw Arian who was staying in the air for the first time, subconsciously took a step forward, and stretched out his hand towards her, "Arian, come down quickly!"

The familiar voice brought back Ariane's reason. She lowered her head and saw the face she had missed for more than half a year.

There seemed to be some emotion in my heart, but she covered it up very well.

She ignored Aaron's yelling, and her eyes were still searching for the rest of her life among the crowd.

"Ariane!" Aaron became anxious when he saw another civilian being grabbed by the neck by Ariane and lifted into the air.

These are his people, how can he watch them die?
Immediately, without thinking much, he directly flew forward, came to the opposite of Ariane, and interrupted her spell.

The civilian who didn't fly very high fell to the ground heavily while clutching his neck, and didn't suffer much damage.

"Erian, sober up, do you still know what you are doing?"

"What are you doing?" Ariane sneered, "Of course I know what I'm doing, Brother Aaron, do you think I'm doing all this for myself?"

"I'm all for you!"

Ariane looked at the person who was close in front of him, and wanted to reach out to touch him, but he didn't dare, "Brother Aaron, wait for me, wait for me, it will be fine in a while."

She looked at Aaron and murmured, "As long as I kill Lance, I'll let you handle it, okay? Wait until I kill her..."

A sickle glowing with blood was stabbing straight at Ariane's back.

If it was Ariane before, she would definitely not be able to avoid it, but now she is not what she used to be.

Soon after realizing the danger from behind, with a look of madness on her face, she directly grabbed the sharp sickle with her bare hands.

Fresh blood was drawn on the delicate palm, and the red blood slid down the lines on the palm. It was obviously dripping towards the ground, but it seemed to be dripping on the blood moon, making the moon even more bright red.

"Is it there?"

Ariane looked at the direction where the scythe was coming from, his figure flashed, and he was already in that direction in the next second.

The sickle in her hand began to vibrate violently, and the sharp blade cut deeper into her wound.

The sickle tried hard to break free from her shackles, but Ariane tried his best to smash it and would not let go.

Tan Cheng gritted his teeth, he had no choice but to use his own magic.

His incantations were very short, those he had learned while he was alive.

Accompanied by his voice, there was another black flame.

The flame in the palm of his hand burned more and more intensely, and finally he threw the black fireball in his hand directly towards Arian.

He is the god of death, and his current magic attacks carry a little power of the god of death, which will cause damage to the souls of those people.

But now he has no choice but to ask Aaron to take the irrelevant people around and leave first.

Ariane originally wanted to avoid it, but she was entangled by Yu Sheng.

The leaves in front of her began to freeze. The leaves, which were originally harmless, turned into ice cubes, with edges and corners. After being thrown out by Yu Sheng, a bloodstain was drawn on her face.

At the same time, her back hit the black flame again, and the pain that burned her soul made her scream.

【waste! 】

　Ask for a ticket

　　
　
(End of this chapter)