Chapter 580： no way no money (1/2)

Chapter 573: The End

No, you cannot risk it.

His own emotion told him that he could not let Cuihua linger on the edge of life and death in order to kill the ancient demon. He couldn't afford such a risk.

Cuihua is one of his most cherished people. Since he was young, he had no father or mother, and he fostered them in other people's homes. The only true family members were adoptive parents and sisters. With the death of his adoptive father, there are not many people he really cherishes.

A handful.

That's right, the grand family of the Li family, the infamous ghost animal, is actually a lonely poor worm.

But reason is urging him again, just wait a few minutes, Cuihua is the top S-class, not directly hit the key, you can rely on tenacious vitality to survive.

Just wait for him to slay the ancient demon, and you're done, you can immediately get blood transfusion.

Such a powerful enemy will not be removed at this time, will there be a chance in the future?

No .... blood medicine can't save death, Cuihua's current state is like human acute cerebral hemorrhage, and he will die at any time without timely treatment.

Li Xianyu subconsciously drew a wallet in his pocket, and suddenly found that he had emptied it, only to remember that his wallet and the valuables in it were already destroyed in the hands of the ancient demon.

I'm already panicked, the panic six gods have no master .... He fixed himself and said in a weak, hoarse voice, ”Three Wu, give me a syringe, quickly give me a syringe.”

”Three nothings, don't give him.” Cuihua growled in a low voice, her voice was no longer crisp and soft, and she was weak and tired at the end of the road.

San Wupan sat on Cuihua's back, her face paled because of blood loss, her arms pulled weakly, blood flowing from her back, and her long hair was dyed red.

Only those pupils reflecting the sky and the sea, as always, are clear, empty, and lacking emotional color.

She calmly said: ”Slaying the enemy is the primary purpose, and should not be emotional.”

Go to your mother to slay the enemies ... Li Xianyu rushed violently to grab the wallet in her pocket, but his excessively violent movement caused the organs and bones that had initially regained their shape to crack again, Even out of the body.

Sanwu frowned, leaned back, legs crossed, twisted Li Xianyu's neck, and fixed him on the cat's back, unable to move.

”It's really ruthless.” Li Xianyu tried to struggle. Whoever wanted San Wu also had a pair of slender thighs that pinched people. He was physically and mentally exhausted. He couldn't resist, mainly because of the huge holes in the chest and abdomen. Two cuts.

”Now, San Wu, would you be sad if the person about to die is me.”

Li Xianyu's question was not answered, San Wu frowned slightly, didn't speak, it seemed that he didn't want to answer, and seemed to not understand what sorrow was.

”Sometimes, I really hate your heartless look .....” Maybe in this girl's heart, no one's death is worth crying, including him.

It was stupid to try to leave his own footprint on such a blank piece of paper.

Just then, Li Xianyu heard a crisp sound, the sound of bullets penetrating his head, right next to his ear.

Ear .....

Li Xianyu twisted her head stiffly, looked at Cuihua, saw her right half of the head that was passed by the bullet, saw the cranium lifted up, and her body appeared dying spasms, and then a ray of fragrant soul quickly dissipated. .

Cuihua's huge body rushed out of the wind for dozens of meters, then lost her strength and fell into the ocean.

In the process of falling, her five-meter-long body quickly shrank, turning into her original appearance, a healthy, beautiful, and magnificent Chinese pastoral cat.

The idyllic cat's head was fuzzy, its eyes widened, and its amber-colored pupils were dead and dead, long gone.

The icy water drowned Li Xianyu, and his heart went down inch by inch, and his pupils slowly spread and lost his color.

”Li Xianyu!” A cry came from a distance, the light passenger ship quickly moved closer, and a girl with a broken arm was standing on the deck. She was holding a black sniper sniper with one hand, and her body was stained with blood. Full of blood.

”Did you realize the pain of losing important people?” Sakurai Yukiko said in a sickly crazy tone, ”This is my revenge.”

Her severed left arm had stopped bleeding.

Her fair face was also covered with a little teal material.

She was like a demon-contaminated girl, standing on the deck against the background of the black sky, with undulating waves beneath her feet, dark, mad, and sickly excited.

She did not die, it was the youthful flesh and blood that pulled her back from the edge of death.

As a senior cadre of Tenjin Shrine, she naturally has this kind of material. The flesh and the Qi of the Qi Sword offset each other. Although the battle saved lives, it was impossible for her to cut off her arm.

But these are not important. Compared with the blissfulness of revenge, sacrifice is nothing.

In the Pantheon, the Warrior Soul killed her most cherished elder. Today, she is above the sea and killed Li Xianyu's woman.

The surging waves rolled Cuihua's body away, and Li Xianyu reacted from the sluggishness. He reached out to hold Cuihua, held it in his arms, and hugged it tightly.

With memories of this summer in his mind, in a small town along the coast of the south of the Yangtze River, among the lush mountains, he encountered a cat with a tail and a majestic look.

It is the **** of the town and has been treated for many years. This proud cat is naive and thought that with the achievements of that year, he could always eat incense.

But after a few generations, people forgot about it.

The small temple is deserted and no one worships. It wanders lonely in the mountains and forests, while angry at the ungratefulness of human beings, while thinking fiercely to recreate its glory.