Quick Transmigration: I Become Prince Charming

My eyes are full of shock when languidly opened by a strong force.

It costs a lot to rush into the acupoints by themselves. The martial arts practitioners break through the acupoints by force, and most of their martial arts will be wasted, and the internal organs will be broken if they are serious.

"Jirao!"

Languidly, the red shadow in the middle of the air didn't even hesitate, and rushed straight to the song and Qing Dynasties.

Banquet court of the crooked head, looking at Song Qing's eyes indifference to the extreme.

It's all this person.

Otherwise, it won't be like this between him and Ji Rao.

It was he who killed his father. He separated himself from Ji Rao. Now he wants to marry Ji Rao.

As long as you kill him, jirao is still her own.

Just kill him.

Yan Ting took up the sword, the corner of his mouth unexpectedly appeared a smile, "go to death!"

Pooh.

In the air came the sound of a sword piercing the muscle tissue, and blood was splashing in the air.

Song Qing looked at the red clothes in front of him and couldn't help shouting, "Ji Rao!"

The pupil of the banquet court shrinks, and the whole person is stupefied. His eyes reflect Ji Rao's face. Such a gorgeous person falls down in front of him.

Languid collect eyes to see the sword of banquet court stab into Ji Rao's body, can't help but close eyes.

There is someone in the world who would like to protect Ji Rao with his life, but this person is not him.

"Jirao, jirao." Song Qing took jirao into his arms, shaking hands to cover the blood on his chest, "it's OK, it's OK." He pasted Ji Rao's forehead with his face, and his voice was full of panic. "Today we are married. We haven't drunk Jiaobei wine yet, jirao."

Ji Rao smiles. The smile is too pale. He used to break through the acupoints by force, but now he has another sword. He feels that the blood from his wound is flowing out and can't stop.

"Well, I didn't forget." Ji Rao felt that the time was almost up, and he said, "Song Qing, would you like to When I have been a Dharma protector all my life. "

Song Qing nodded, tears fell out of his eyes and hit Ji Rao's clothes. "Yes, jirao, I'll always be by your side, I'll never leave you, can you..." His voice choked, almost hard to hear, "can you not leave me, jirao."

Ji Rao seems to want to say something, but he can't say anything. He is really in pain.

He tilted his head and looked at Yan Tingzhi, who was in the same place and lost his soul. He suddenly thought that in the original text, yantingzhi cooperated with Song Qing to kill Jijiao master on Fumo mountain. From then on, the banquet court had a bright future and Song Qing stepped into the right path. But now, Ji Rao is going to die, but these two people show such sad expression.

Ji Rao still can't bear to, he took a breath, used the last strength to look at the banquet court, "you don't want Blame yourself, I didn't I blame you. "

No one knows why after the demon cult leader died, the Wulin alliance leader yantingzhi would cry like a child in front of his body, and no one knew his favorite person. On that day, he died under his sword, and then told him with a smile, "don't blame yourself, I didn't blame you.".

After that year, the iris on the top of the demon sect mountain never bloomed again.

The leader of the evil cult died, and the leader of the Wulin Alliance on the right side was decadent. The two sides were so peaceful for a few years.

During the night patrol, the disciples of the demon sect can always see their new leader, Song Qing, in a field of withered irises, drinking wine and looking at the bottom of the mountain. After Ji's death, Song Qing did not bury him in the back mountain, but buried him here. He leaned his head against the cold tombstone and murmured, "jirao, why don't you say this flower doesn't open?"