Chapter 1113: You Deserve to Die at My Hands

They were all dead, and Shui Lang was disappointed in his heart. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Standing in place, this kind of loss is not because he didn't kill the wooden bridge with his own hands, but because he died like this, dying for liberation? To die for freedom? Or is it for the sake of the fish lady?

Shuilang is not sure, maybe there are many factors.

Once, all these years, so deep, so deep hatred has ceased to exist because of the death of the wooden bridge at this moment, although Shui Lang is disappointed, but he is also a lot more relaxed.

There was no longer any burden in his heart, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

But why is there a tear left in the corner of the eye, for the former self, for the former life together, for those vows that love each other and depend on each other? Or is it this unexpected death and end?

Suzuro never thought that he would recognize himself.

Shui Lang also didn't think that he would not fight back.

I didn't expect that he would use this way to keep the secret forever.

It seems that everything that happens is not led by himself, but just a spectator.

However, it is the mood of the spectator that has this kind of amazement.

Shuilang still stood in place for a long time, thinking and touching.

I can't let go of it for a long time.

……

"Is this the end of Suilang's hatred? I can't see anything now. Zi Nian and Luo Yue, who were observing from the side, were discussing in a low voice, not letting Shui Lang hear it, disturbing his state of mind at the moment.

This kind of state of mind is only once or twice in life.

"I feel that the spiritual power is still ......," Falling Moon said.

The two continued to lurk and observe, always feeling that it would not end so simply.

……

Shui Lang sighed deeply again.

At this time, the surrounding fog began to converge in one direction, and he looked at this strange change in amazement, only to see that the fog became less and less, as if it was sucked in by something, and the surroundings became clearer and clearer......

After about a quarter of an hour, I could see it clearly.

I saw that the corpse of the housekeeper on the ground had dissipated into mist, and it was originally three wooden bridges, but it was finally merged into one, with brown and white hair, combining the characteristics of the three people.

He lay there, and the mist entered his mouth, and his skin was ruddy and elastic, not like a dead man......

Shui Lang vaguely remembers what he looked like when he was young......

Is he dead?

At this time, the wooden bridge turned over, and the whole person stood up, although it was a little weak, but it quickly recovered, and after a while, he was full of energy, even stronger than the spiritual power of the previous three people......

Shuilang didn't expect such a comeback!

The wooden bridge got up and walked to Shui Lang's side.

"You're crying for me, aren't you, Fish Lady?" Mu Qiaoqi didn't dare to do it, but how much he wanted to wipe away the tears from the corners of Shui Lang's eyes at the moment, no matter what he looked like and what his identity was, he was still the one who had spent the best years with him.

"Don't be sentimental, I'm just crying for your death." Shui Lang smiled, his sentimentality was gone, he actually came back to life......

"Then, in that case, I am willing to die for you again, and since you hate me so much, I am willing to end up in your hands." After the wooden bridge device finished speaking, he put the dagger in the palm of Shuilang's palm.

The wooden bridge begs for death. Contrary to Mizulang's expectations. He held the dagger in his hand, and suddenly felt that it weighed a thousand pounds.

"Let's do it, I won't blink, I'll see you see the end, it's not in vain that we have waited for each other for so long, for those who are negative with you, there must be such an ending, Yu Niang, don't be soft-hearted, don't." Mu Qiaoqi looked at Shui Lang gently, in his eyes, he was the appearance of the fish girl at the beginning.

How can the knife in your hand fall?

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