Chapter 950 The Protagonist's Death
"Not really, not really. Don't be influenced by the enemy's words."
"If I can kill people by getting the soul lamp, then I can destroy the entire Qingzheng Sect by just blowing out the soul lamps of everyone in the sect." Ye Xiaoman stretched her neck to look at the Sect Master, "Don't you agree, Sect Master?"
"I really feel fine now. I don't feel any pain at all. If you don't believe me, just look at me jumping around."
Ye Xiaoman stood in the ruins and was determined to do what she said: jump for everyone to see.
But her body was so heavy that she couldn't even hold the sword, let alone jump.
clang.
The nameless sword slipped out of his hand and fell to the ground.
The nameless sword let out a continuous, shrill wail, as if it knew its master was about to die.
"Oh my god."
Ye Xiaoman was shocked. She looked at her bloodless palms, the people around her, and then the sky. A protective shield was erected above her head, blocking the heavy rain. The raindrops fell on the transparent roof and bounced off, as if dancing.
"Are you serious?"
The wind and rain are raging.
It was so noisy that her mind was scattered and she gradually became unable to think.
No, is it over?
I have saved so many spirit stones but haven’t had time to spend them.
The rewards for the Six Realms Competition have not arrived yet.
Gong Xier promised to take her to enjoy a good life, and she was really curious about what kind of good life it would be.
Wasn't she said to be a scourge for thousands of years? How come she, such a charming villain, was killed off so quickly?
Ye Xiaoman slowly fell to the ground.
Xiao Chujing caught her.
Ye Xiaoman heard him keep saying: "Junior sister, don't listen to him, he is lying to you, it's okay, you will be fine."
Ye Xiaoman stared at him blankly with her almond-shaped eyes gradually losing their luster.
"Brother Xiao, you haven't killed any monsters yet, so why am I still being sacrificed?"
Xiao Chujing kept shaking her head, as if denying his words. He kept using all kinds of spells on her, sharing the damage of the spells with her and transferring her pain to him.
Ye Xiaoman felt like laughing when she saw this. She didn't bleed, and she didn't feel any pain.
Ye Xiaoman patted Xiao Chujing and urged him on.
"Hey, Long Aotian, think of a solution quickly."
"I'm thinking, I'm thinking..." Xiao Chujing took out magic weapons from the magic ring like a madman, and placed all kinds of rare treasures that he thought could save her life next to her.
He pleaded again, "Little Junior Sister, please don't fall asleep."
Ye Xiaoman yawned, and her eyelids became heavier and heavier. She was very angry that Xiao Chujing still had so much private money that he had not handed over.
How did he manage to refresh his private money wave after wave?
"Abao."
Ji Wenyi knelt on one knee beside him, and Ye Xiaoman looked at him from Xiao Chujing's arms.
She saw Ji Wenyi looking at her steadily. He was crying. Not transparent tears, but tears of blood flowing from his eyes, making his originally elegant face look fragmented.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He kept saying.
Ye Xiaoman was shocked again. It turned out that Ji Wenyi, such a hard-hearted man, could cry. Didn’t the unofficial history say that he didn’t even cry when he was born?
She said with a smile: "Oh, don't cry, it's ugly."
She moved her fingers with difficulty, and Ji Wenyi immediately grabbed her hand and placed her palm on his face.
Ye Xiaoman rolled her eyes, glanced at Xiao Chujing and then at Ji Wenyi, and said angrily, "Are you kidding me? I haven't slept with you two yet."
Ji Wenyi couldn't utter a word.
"Manman look at me, Ye Xiaoman look at me."
Sikong Qing rudely snatched Ye Xiaoman from Xiao Chujing's arms.
He is the one who absolutely cannot accept reality.
He scolded Ji Wenyi: "Cry your ass off, Ye Xiaoman will be fine at all. The love Gu in my body is a pair with hers. If I am fine, she will be fine too."
She gave Ye Xiaoman an order in a fierce tone.
"Get up!"
Ye Xiaoman said breathlessly, "Don't shake me, I'm dizzy."
After she finished speaking, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth as if to prove her statement.
Hands from different men subconsciously reached out to wipe the blood from her.
Sikong Qing laughed, "Drinking tomato juice to deceive people again."
As he spoke, he put the blood from his fingertips in his mouth and tasted it, and his smile slowly froze.
Shi Zai Xing stood still.
He saw Qing Yuanhu running wildly beside him, and countless men running towards Ye Xiaoman. He found the scene of Ye Xiaoman surrounded by men absurd and funny.
He saw Yue Mushan trying to put Ye Xiaoman's favorite cat tail in her hand so that she could play with it, and he heard Jiaying crying rapidly like a madman.
He saw Zhu Chuideng and Jing Zhui lose their usual composure, and directly brush away all the men surrounding Ye Xiaoman, using all the advanced spells they knew to solidify Ye Xiaoman's soul.
The monks who were responsible for holding up the rain shelter were suddenly met with this incident. Witnessing Ye Xiaoman's death, their Taoist hearts were in turmoil, their spiritual energy also became disorderly, and the barrier gradually collapsed.
Shi Zai Xing was drenched by the rain.
Shi Zaixing also wanted to go to Ye Xiaoman, but he stood there, unable to move.
It was raining heavily, and the scene was so familiar. It turned out that this was the future he had once glimpsed.
He thought that what he couldn't bear was the collapse of the world, but it turned out to be her death.
"Stop, stop, Stoup!"
Ye Xiaoman's spirits suddenly brightened. She regained consciousness from her dying state and sat up from Sikong Qing's arms. She said angrily, "I will not accept the fate of being cannon fodder."
"I haven't eaten yet, I will never die!"
She sent the men around her away one by one.
"Xiao Chujing."
Xiao Chujing held her shoulders stiffly, "Junior Sister."
"Sikong Qing."
Si Kongqing nervously kept wiping his fingers, wiping his hands stained with Ye Xiaoman's blood again and again, "Hmm."
"Jiaying."
Jiaying buried her face in her knees, trembling.
"Ji Wenyi."
"Ji Weiming."
"Build the Blow Lantern."
"Yue Mushan."
Yue Mushan held Ye Xiaoman's hand and burst into tears, "I'm here, sister. I'm going with you. Please take me with you."
"No." Ye Xiaoman raised her chin and looked at Jing Zhui, who was standing far away on the edge with an expressionless face.
"Jing Zhui."
Jing Zhui said nothing.
"You are far away."
"37."
There was no way anyone could squeeze next to her, and Ye Xiaoman also named them. One more relationship means one more way to recover.
And sitting paralyzed in the rain, "Shi Zai Xing."
Ye Xiaoman raised her arms and shouted.
"You must resurrect me."
"No matter what means are used."
"My patience is limited."
"The longest we can wait is 100, 60... 10 years."
The men said nothing, just looked at her in grief.
Ye Xiaoman was a little embarrassed.
Isn't she going to die? Why is she still talking so much nonsense?
When she watched TV dramas in the past, she always wondered why the protagonist talked too much before dying and it made her feel distracted. It turns out that he can really talk so much.
She continued to fall back into Sikong Qing's arms.
It smells nice and peaceful.
Before she fell into complete darkness, she heard the sect leader's sorrowful voice.
"Everyone, be quiet."
"Let us listen to the last words of the Nameless Sword Master."
Ye Xiaoman moved her lips.
She left her last words to the entire world of immortal cultivation.
"I really want to sip some of those pecs again."
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