nycdaug Chapter 479: The person is dead
Chapter 479: The person is dead
In the south, which was out of the spiritual consciousness's exploration, Bu Jinglian paused in her slow pace and looked back at the crowded night market.
Thousands of miles away, the Demon Hunter Guild's silver-white landmark facade is still so eye-catching. In fact, because of its distance, it even adds a bit of mystery like the moon hanging high in the sky.
Bu Jinglian shifted her gaze away and rushed in one direction without thinking.
After a while, the man's back appeared in the dark alley ahead.
Bu Jinglian's eyes deepened, her figure floated away like a feather, and her finger stabbed at Shuai Guo's temple.
The latter felt the cold air coming at him and was about to use his elbow to repel the enemy, but when he looked more closely, he paused with a look of slight surprise.
The fatal finger touched Shuai Guo's temple so easily.
The coldness against the skin makes people wonder if this is the eve of death or the consciousness is being withdrawn.
"Aren't you afraid of death?" Bu Jinglian put down her hand and appeared beside him like a ghost.
Shuai Guo rubbed his still cold temples, raised his head and smiled: "Then will you kill me?"
Bu Jinglian looked back at him, her eyes were deep and her expression was serious, "Maybe."
Shuai Guo was stunned for a moment, his smile faded slightly.
Bu Jinglian suddenly chuckled and pushed his chest with her hand. There was no ambiguity in her expression, but rather it seemed like a fight.
Shuai Guo was pushed against the wall, and a layer of the wall plaster was shaken off.
Bu Jinglian took a step closer, resting her arms on his sides, and leaned over to kiss him as Shuai Guo looked at him helplessly.
Shuai Guo suddenly widened his eyes and wanted to say something, but he tightened his lips and said nothing, his face slightly red and he lowered his eyes.
Looks like he's waiting to be picked.
The corner of Bu Jinglian's mouth dropped a little, and their lips just missed each other by a hair's breadth.
The two were of similar height. Bu Jinglian rested her chin on Shuai Guo's shoulder and asked softly, "Do you still remember why we separated last time?"
When she said separation, she meant the separation of the identities of lovers.
Shuai Guo narrowed his eyes, and his expression could not be seen clearly in the night.
He whispered, "Speaking out will only add to the sadness. I want to know if I can go back to the past again."
Bu Jinglian's expression turned cold silently, and a strong sadness flashed in her eyes. "Only you can let us go back to the past and give me back Shuai Guo who belongs to me."
The atmosphere instantly froze into frost, and a gloomy atmosphere flowed through the space.
No matter how intimate their postures were, they were like two wooden stakes.
After a moment of silence, Shuai Guo's voice dimmed, "I have long been crushed by astronomical debts and can't come back."
Bu Jinglian chuckled twice, "Only 1 billion, do you think I can't afford it?"
Bu Jinglian pressed her fingers on his chest, exerting a little force, "Give it back to me, and the 1 billion will be yours, otherwise I will cut out this heart and make you become the way I like."
Shuai Guo sighed, held his wrist, and said helplessly: "You know I won't agree."
Anger and murderous intent appeared on Bu Jinglian's face one after another.
Shuai Guo Dingding looked at her with deep eyes, "Zhuanzhuan, are you going to kill me?"
Bu Jinglian stared at him for a long time, her eyes like a poisoned hidden weapon, a mixture of love and hate.
She suddenly pulled back her hand, which was full of strength, and walked away, saying with disgust, "You don't deserve to be called that."
Shuai Guo, who was leaning against the wall, felt that the resentful woman in his consciousness disappeared. He changed his posture, leaning one foot against the wall, folding his arms, looking at the moon, frowning and falling into deep thought.
As if blending into the night.
A drunk monk passing by was cursing and mocking his tablemate for being a two-faced person who had cheated him out of several meals and drinks, and he was unaware of Shuai Guo's presence.
As the drunk staggered, he touched a "wall" with a completely different feel. He looked up in shock and looked into a pair of pure, innocent and naive eyes.
How beautiful it was, but the drunk man felt a chill in his heart. Just as he was about to step back, he felt a sharp pain in his chest.
Shuai Guo kicked the drunk's dead body away, lowered his head and looked at the bloody heart in his hand with a faint smile, like an innocent boy looking at new things with curiosity.
He murmured, "If you take out the heart, the person will die."
He threw away the warm heart and waved his hand lightly, and all traces of the corpse on the ground turned into dust.
Abnormally skilled.
Shuai Guo walked away with his hands behind his back, stepping on the moonlight.
He was completely unaware that a wisp of dormant golden soul consciousness was detaching from his shoulder and flying away.