Chapter 909 If Life Were Just Like the First Time We Met

Bowl.

Xueruo will definitely love you well, regardless of the world, regardless of everything. From the beginning, she will love you wholeheartedly and give herself a chance to love you.

Master, look, Xueruo really has a lot to say to you, and there are still many things that have not been done, but Xueruo has done too many mistakes.

Xueruo has no chance.

Bai Xueruo looked at Lian Wu, and suddenly she stabbed a dagger that had appeared in her palm with her backhand into her heart.

She heard the sound of the dagger piercing flesh, and she tried her best to open her eyes wide, wanting to take another look at Lian Wu.

However, her consciousness blurred in an instant, and she no longer knew anything.

However, the dagger that pierced Bai Xueruo's heart did not really pierce her heart. The moment it pierced, Lian Wu took action and changed the room where the dagger pierced. At the same time, she controlled Bai Xueruo's consciousness and made her faint. passed.

Then he took out the dagger and inserted a spiritual talisman into her body.

After doing this, Lianwu closed her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Lian Wu, you, what did you do to her?" Han Jing didn't expect that things would turn out like this. They originally wanted to find Bai Xueruo to settle the account no matter what, but how did they really do it? He also didn't expect that Bai Xueruo would have such a deep affection for Lian Wu.

Lian Wu wanted to explain to Han Jing and the others what was going on, but he was too seriously injured, staggered, and fell straight down.

Xiaoxue jumped out of Ning Shiqi's arms, ran to Lianwu and started crying: "Oh, brother Lianwu, you don't want to die, you don't want to die!"

Han Jing quickly turned around and asked Ning Qi Qi: "Qi Qi, what's going on? Come and take a look!"

Before Ning Shiqi came over, Xiao Hei snorted coldly: "Why are you crying? You won't die!"

Xiaoxue, however, had no time to argue with it, and instead cried even harder.

Xiao Hei obviously realized that his way of persuading people was a bit inappropriate, so he had to add another sentence: "I told you he won't die!"

Xiaoxue whimpered, wrinkled his little nose, and then pointed at the little ****: "You lied! Wow, brother Lianwu is covered in blood, he must be dead..."

Su Yu couldn't bear to see her precious daughter cry, so she walked over and knelt down to try to wipe her tears, while coaxing: "Xiao Xue, he won't die."

Lianwu is the ghost king and is immortal, so he cannot be wiped out in ashes so easily.

"Wow, but he fell to the ground motionless, his body was cold..." Xiaoxue cried and said messily.

She remembered her grandmother saying that when a person dies, his body will become cold.

Han Jing held his forehead, walked forward and hugged Xiaoxue: "He is a ghost, why does he need to die? Don't cry now, let Uncle Seventeen show him and he will know what to do. It’s over.”

Xiaoxue blinked his tearful eyes and miraculously held back his cry. He stretched his head and watched Qi Qi pushing the wheelchair to the side of Lian Wu. He bent down and put his fingers between Lian Wu's eyebrows. .

Although there was some distance just now, Ning Shiqi could still vaguely sense the spiritual talismans that Lian Wu used on himself and Bai Xueruo. Now that he sees them, he understands.