"What?! Symbiont?!"

Mingxi Shangshen and Demon King are symbiosis.That....

The Demon King should look exactly like Mingxi Shangshen.

Ming Chen? ! !

All Xing Jiu'er could think of was that Mingchen and Mingxi Shangshen looked alike.

He doesn't look like a bad guy!Xing Jiu'er recalled every detail of getting along with Ming Chen, and there was nothing wrong with it!

That being said, the Demon King cannot be allowed to die! !Xing Jiu'er decided to protect the two of them well.

"I won't give you the fragments!" Xing Jiu'er cast a spell to escape from this place, only to see that Xing Jiu'er fell faster than Xing Jiu'er! !

Xing Jiu'er was fixed one step ahead of time.

He found out that if he wanted to take out the fragments in Xing Jiu'er's body, he had to extract Xing Jiu'er's heart and soul, which was the only way.

"I'm sorry Jiu'er... I can't do anything for revenge..."

Xingluo brought Xing Jiu'er into the freezer, put it on the cross, and conjured a knife from behind.

Without saying a word, he stabbed Xing Jiu'er in the heart!

"Ahhhhhhhhh~"

Xing Jiu'er's screams filled the entire illusion.

Boundless coldness, that is a trace of coldness that is desperately drilled in, as if the coldness goes to the bone.Every bone seemed to be frozen brittle.Every time I move, it hurts like a broken bone, and it hurts so badly.

It's cold, cold to the bone.After a while, it turned into a sudden severe pain. What was even more frightening was that I couldn't move my hands and feet. The severe pain seemed to crush him, and it hurt everywhere.Every minute, every second is extremely long.She had never experienced such pain, and she only wished to die quickly, and she did not want to bear such pain.

The knife on the chest flashed a cold light, and slashed hard at the heart!

Immediately, Xingluo cut open a long and narrow opening in his chest, it was white and white, and slowly, blood oozed out from the wound, and then, the blood suddenly became turbulent, gushing out like a burst!One drop... two drops... three drops... flowed down the chest to the ground.Drops of blood dripped on the cold ice.Like blood-red flowers blooming in a black nightmare.

It turns out that this is called skin and flesh.

There was a gentle smile on Xing Jiu'er's pale lips. The cracked skin and the rolled up flesh and blood wounds, it turns out that even if the skin is cut open, it will not hurt. It turns out that the feeling of blood flowing is calm and numb.

Slowly, he closed his eyes, and the blood slowly slipped under the ice.In this cold icehouse, the wound won't just condense like this!A line of bright red blood slowly swayed up from the severed chest, continuously, the blood swayed seductively in the water like a thin and long line, and then swung away, in the curling white mist, The transparent water gradually turns transparent red.

White mist rose softly from the warm water.Blood stained the ice in the freezer dark red.

The body is getting colder and colder.The heart seemed to be heavily pressed and out of breath.

Xing Jiu'er's eyes gradually darkened, the world was dizzy and frantic, her pale lips were slightly chapped, and her breathing became short of breath.The cold surrounded his whole body, and the corners of his soaked white shirt floated up gently. His body was weak and cold, and the thick, scalding blood couldn't make him feel the slightest warmth.

The last blood on the lips has faded, and the eyes are so dark that nothing can be seen anymore. The wet white shirt floats gently under the water like fragile white petals, and life flows bit by bit.

In the dark dizziness.

As if she was on the verge of death, what Xing Jiu'er was thinking at this time was to be able to see the face of God Mingxi again before she died.

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