"True friends."

Facing everyone's shocked eyes, Ji Zimo put away the faint smile on his face, looked back at the bamboo garden floating in the sky, and said softly.

"This bamboo garden is connected to my heart, I think you can also see that I failed to rush through the level at the moment, and the demons in my heart are difficult to get rid of, and now the meridians of my body have been going backwards, and in less than an hour or two, I will definitely go crazy...... When I die, you can take the treasure away. ”

"The treasures are all yours, and my life will be paid to you, I only hope that you will leave a way back for Senior Brother Bei and all my Flying Dragon Guan disciples......"

What, what, what?

Blame Senior Brother for dying?

It can't be!

The Wyvern audience suddenly jumped up from the ground, their faces full of disbelief.

Zhen Xiao raised his head slightly, and his eyes lingered on the fainting Bei Sansan, as well as the inwardly sunken cheeks of Ji Zimo.

With a wild slash just now, her will seemed to collide with Ji Zimo's sword heart for some reason.

Like a book in time, she clearly saw a shy teenager, swinging a sword under the bamboo day after day, his clothes were changing, the wind and rain were reincarnating, and the boy was growing up, but the action of swinging the sword and the clear gaze had never changed.

Simple, pure.

Forgive him for his deception.

If she had known that Bei Sansan was to protect Zimo in the breakthrough, she would definitely not be angry and threatened to move the Bamboo Garden.

If it weren't for the fact that Bei Sansan was forcibly supporting the forces that he couldn't grasp, he was forced to show up, and Ji Zimo would not have gone completely off.

Although the two have done some shameless things, they are not shameless people, at least they are willing to sacrifice their lives for each other.

And he has guarded his sect for many years, and such resilience is somewhat admirable.

"True Senior Sister, you said it, you will do it lightly!"

Listening to Ji Zimo's words, Du Ruofei couldn't hold back, and wanted to add something, but was stopped by Xiao Congee Porridge stretching out his arm.

Everyone waited anxiously for a small answer.

The crocodile demons' turquoise armor stretched endlessly, like a cyan tide that tightly wrapped the Flying Dragon Temple, and blood flowed like a river at her fingertips.

Seeing her red lips open slightly, the Wyvern monks swallowed their saliva fiercely and held the sword in their hands tightly.

This woman acts crazy and arrogant, and since she has an absolute advantage, she will not compromise nine times out of ten, anyway, whether she kills or not, Zhuyuan and Feilongguan are all in her pocket. In that case, why leave yourself with trouble?

Zhen Xiao blinked and smiled brightly at Zimo.

"Why should I cut off the retreat of the disciples of the Flying Dragon Temple? The feng shui in this place is very good, I want to donate an elder! ”

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

His jaw dropped to the ground.

"Donating Elders? What is this new approach? ”

"Is 10,000 fiat money enough?"

is so small and crisp that his heart won't beat.

Without waiting for an answer, the girl standing on the head of the Crocodile Demon King had coins as shiny as mercury flowing out of her sleeves.

One after the other, in this dim daylight, it is even brighter and more moving than the Milky Way.

And the girl who picked up the silver string, her hands were clear, her red lips were plump, like an elf dancing lightly under the gui, which made people lose it for 10,000 years at a glance.

Xiao Congee smiled lightly and stared at the really small side face.

Although the soul fire is chaotic, as long as you stand beside her, you will feel comfortable. Not only her special aura hidden in her culinary skills, but also her uniqueness, deviant, murderous and kind......

It is the only wound medicine in this sea of thousands of stars, repairing his broken body, broken heart, and broken soul.