C1258 (1/2)

In the middle of an open space in Li Fu's martial arts arena, which has not been stained with blood, lies a weak body, which is the little witch.

Dressed in a long white dress, she had been stained with blood. She sat up with difficulty. To her surprise, the power of God in her body slowly disappeared, and she also recovered a little vitality.

The eyes like autumn water are looking for the trace of doutian everywhere, but the only thing burning into her eyes is the corpses all over the ground.

Dead, everyone is dead!

However, her mind did not care about the life and death of these people, because they should die.

The little devil is only worried about the situation of doutian. He has become a killing machine after all Shura.

If you don't wake him up in time, doutian may forget who he is and who she is in his whole life. He will always be killed and bloody.

Of course, the war spirit hall and the war god hall will not let him go. With so many people dying in the unparalleled holy city, the two halls will surely be wanted in the whole mainland.

This is not what the Little Witch wants to see. It's her who is afraid of death. She doesn't want to see any accident in doutian.

”Don't look for him. He's hopeless.” All of a sudden, a faint voice sounded in the void. The voice was sweet and moving, just like the sound of nature.

”Who?” The little witch was surprised and looked around blankly, but she didn't see anyone. However, she still argued: ”who said he was not saved, he must know me, and I can wake him up.”

”I know you?” The voice continued to ring. In front of him, two figures suddenly appeared, headed by a woman in her twenties.

She has a graceful figure. A pale blue skirt outlines her perfect figure. Her white and tender skin seems to drip water. In her eyebrows, there is a touch of cinnabar red.

Her skin is better than snow, and she has an ethereal and light air. Her air is like orchid, and her face is gorgeous. You can't look directly at her. Compared with the purity of the little witch, she is more elegant.

Beside the woman, there was a child of five or six years old, holding her feet and wearing a ragged dress, which formed a sharp contrast with the woman.

”When the Shura is finished, once he loses his will, no one will be able to wake up. In the past, the 18 generations of Shura Temple owners dare not become the whole. Now he is just fighting in the holy land. How can he do that?” Women's voice sword continues to ring, the voice is soft and clear, when beautiful, can pacify people's mood.

Speaking of this, the woman sighed and whispered: ”maybe, it will take another thousand years.”

”Who are you?” The little witch watched them on guard, but somehow, she felt a sense of intimacy from them, as if they were her relatives. Moreover, he could feel that they didn't mean any harm to her.

”Come with me, you will naturally know who I am and who you are. You should also be able to feel that we are the same people as you.” Women spit fragrant orchids.

A little bit, a streamer into the body of the little witch, the next moment, strange things happened, only to see the little witch's blood stains slowly disappear, the vitality of the body has become incomparably majestic.

You know, the injury of the little devil girl can't even help the atlas of the God of war. She was saved by this woman?

Of course, the situation of the little witch is not the same as before. Before, there was a supernatural power in her body to strangle her vitality, but now she is just injured.

The little witch frowned tightly, and then opened her mouth, trying to ask: ”are you also from the soul clan?”

The woman nodded, looked up at the sky, a touch of sadness flashed in her eyes, and said: ”I don't want him to lose himself, but no one can change the doomed result.”