Tu Yufan thought to himself: After stirring up passion on the battlefield for so long, I can't blame him for spoiling the fun.
By the way, when I have nothing to do in this space-time mirror, I really look at everything.
At this moment, Yue Xinxin's body had turned into pieces. There was still a peaceful smile on her lips. This beautiful scene was instantly shattered when she saw Tu Yufan's figure.
Tu Yufan attacked Mo Youxuan's soul from behind.
Her smile turned into astonishment. Seeing Mo Youxuan's painful expression, she became more and more panicked and shouted, "No!"
Luo Qianjun was panicking and trying to grab the scattered fragments of Yue Xinxin, his face full of grief. When he saw Tu Yufan's sneak attack, which failed, his eyes widened instantly.
"What are you doing?"
Tu Yufan said: "He is in a daze, so we can take advantage of the opportunity to attack him, and the war will be over."
"you!"
Tu Yufan was puzzled: "What's the problem?"
Although Tu Yufan was still talking, he didn't dare to stop the attack, for fear that the boy would escape if he was not careful. After all, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Mo Youxuan felt his soul being forcibly torn apart. He turned around and saw that the person who killed him was that man again.
He could never forget this face, and these eyes had become his nightmare.
"It's you again! I'm going to kill you!!"
Black mist was floating all over Mo Youxuan's body, rushing towards Tu Yufan. His immortal physique was still a little weak, and Tu Yufan felt ulcers on the surface of his skin.
The ulcer got deeper and deeper, and Tu Yufan's body became almost blurred.
However, Mo Youxuan's soul collapsed much faster than Tu Yufan's.
At the last second, a bone on Mo Youxuan's back began to turn golden, and the golden light protected his soul.
Tu Yufan's vision was blocked by a brilliant golden light. When the golden light disappeared, Mo Youxuan had already fallen to the ground and stopped breathing.
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Luo Qianjun took the remaining pieces of the girl's clothes and left in a daze. Tu Yufan knew that Luo Qianjun would probably pay a huge price to revive the girl.
It was the price of life, and this time the male supporting role died completely.
The Space-Time Mirror said, "Actually, the male partner is pretty good. Although he's not very nice to others, he's very kind to the female lead. Moreover, the two of them are in the same camp. It's better not to have this male lead."
"You've even made a comment. No matter how affectionate the male supporting role is, the female lead won't like it. There's nothing we can do about it."
The Space-Time Mirror said, "I have something to tell you. The good news is that the male urn has been resurrected and the armor has fallen. The bad news is that the male urn is not dead yet and will be reborn in the dark pool."
Tu Yufan had known this for a long time. When his soul was torn apart, a golden object protected his soul and escaped under the protection of the Heavenly Dao. It should be the piece of false bone he was born with.
The male lead in the original plot will also have this chance of a lifetime.
But this time I will probably sleep for a long time, and when I wake up, I might become a fool.
"This guy is really hard to kill. Why is his name Mo Youxuan? Let's call him Brother Nansha."
Tu Yufan's Dantian felt full and warm, and it was also the light of virtue. He felt that he would soon become a god, but he needed to go through the human world again to break through."
"It's really troublesome to go down to earth again. I might as well be struck by lightning."
Tu Yufan calculated with his fingers and concluded that his tribulation should have ended before the boy was born.
He looked a little annoyed: "When I come back, I will personally go to the Dark Pond of the Demon Realm and kill Mo Youxuan once and for all."
This time he no longer has his life-saving talisman, so he must be reduced to ashes.
Time-Space Mirror: "Why are you so excited? Being able to be resurrected is a gift for men. You killed him twice, so he must have a lot of psychological trauma. A sharp knife is worse than a blunt one. You have to cut him off bit by bit."
"You're quite perverted at heart."
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