Rong LAN let go of Qin and Chu, and his dark eyes turned red with blood, like a fire burning with dense bells. However, the two swordsmen did not have any painful reaction.
Wushuangjian: Master, leave him quickly.
For the first time, Qin and Chu heard the voice of wushuangjian, so frightened.
Rong Lan's appearance became very terrible. His flesh and blood seemed to be melting, and his eyes were like the red of wild animals. Suddenly, a huge black flower appeared on his right face. The flower spread towards his neck like a vine and occupied his neck in an instant.
Qin Chu was shocked, "Rong lan..."
He looks terrible The facial features were extremely distorted, such as resisting some pain. A voice with a smile sounded in his mind, "kill her, kill her, and the pain will end..."
Wushuangjian: Master, leave quickly. He is under the control of witches.
Qin Chu is stubbornly unwilling to leave, Rong LAN sends out a indignant roar, "ah Stop it, stop it. "
Like the roar of wild animals.
His soul, being torn.
The flowers on the face, more and more rich, more and more rich, full of black dead gas.
Qin Chu was shaken open more than ten meters, then got up again and ran to Ronglan
Wushuangjian: stupid master, go, you will die.
Wushuangjian yelled at Qin Chu to leave for the first time.
Kill her, she betrayed you, she abandoned you, the person you hate most is her, kill her, your pain will end.
However, Qin Chu ran to Rong LAN. Rong Lan was already crazy and covered his head. He didn't know what to fight against. His face was very terrible. On the one hand, it was perfect, and on the other, it was like a devil. Qin Chu's arrows pierced his heart.
Matchless, he became like this, how can I bear to leave.
Qin Chu knelt down and hugged Rong LAN tightly. The bell became more dense. Qin Chu knew that this was a means of controlling people. She looked at the two indifferent swords angrily.
Rong LAN lowered her head and bit her shoulder like a vampire.
The tooth penetrated into the bone.
He tasted the smell of blood.
On one side of her head, she could see the terrible black flowers on his neck.
Evil, sin.
It's all over his neck and face.
Qin Chu slowly hummed out the song he had just taught him, the waltz that he had just learned and liked very much.
Rong LAN, don't pay attention to it, it can hold your soul.
Listen to our songs.
This is our song. Do you hear it?
Between heaven and earth, all are sad songs.
Even the bright moon was a little dim.
No double Swords: my master, this is the art of soul capture. No matter what you say or what you sing, he can't hear it. If he continues to resist and is unwilling to yield, he will explode to death.
Wushuangjian: Master, give up. He wants to kill you.
Qin Chu: No, it's not him.
She stubbornly hummed the song, again and again, her hands slowly stroked his hair, Rong Lan was twisted with pain, the innocent voice in her mind had been saying, killing her.
Kill her and your pain will be over.
Kill her.
Rong Lan's soul is resisting and roaring.
No, he won't kill her.
Never!
This is his girl, his girl.
ChuChu, go, go!
"Go Rong LAN exhausted the last strength, spit out this word, he knew, he was controlled, his reason is still, he just want to let her go far away, protect his girl.
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