Legend of Fu Yao

Die, destroy my body, don't let me fall into the hands of the monks. ”

"Okay." The black man sat down on his knees and pressed his hands on his lap. "The command of the master is to protect me, whether I am born or dead, I have completed the task."

Meng Fu Shao smiled at him, bent down, knocked on the city gate, and sewed at the door. "Iron, I know you tried your best, don't cry." She paused, and the voice was a little unstable when she opened her mouth. Please forgive me... I owe you, I will only report again in the afterlife."

In the afterlife, I will report again.

Those who care about, stayed, retaliated, thanked, please forgive me for this moment, I have to abandon you, as for the afterlife... but hopefully.

Meng Fu shook his eyes and slowly pulled the knife.

The famous knife "弑天", before it tonight, it harvested thousands of lives, and now it is her turn to harvest herself.

The thin, shiny blade mirrored her pale and firm face.

"Hey!"