Son-in-law Dan Zun

"senior!"

Xiao Dai'er spoke softly, with a sense of despair and sadness in her tone.

Even Xu Hong has no resistance, so what can she do?

Never thought that the always proud face would become a reminder at this moment.

However, from another perspective, there does not seem to be much difference.

It's just a difference between morning and evening.

With the brutality shown by the middle-aged in purple, I am afraid that no one will have a chance to live.

"Fuck!"

Xiao Dai'er suddenly turned her head and looked at Luo Wushu beside her, with a smile on her face.

At this moment, she is extremely beautiful, just like a bunch of fireworks, showing her most beautiful appearance at the last moment.

"Actually, I am not really scumbag. My usual posture is just a pretended self-protection."

"Because I am inferior, because I am timid!"

"I am afraid of being hurt and deceived like my mother, and then encountering scum."

"But in fact, apart from theory, I am nothing but a blank in practice."

"However, if I have the opportunity, I shouldn't mind practicing it with you and discussing the depth of life!"

"After all, you are so good, both in appearance and temperament are so in line with the image of Prince Charming in my heart."

"Moreover, I also believe that your character will definitely not be a scumbag."

Luo Wushu looked at Xiao Dai'er and fell silent.

Xiao Dai'er's voice transmission was somewhat beyond his expectation.

Is this trying to confide in your heart before you die, and take a look at your attitude by the way?

"It's all death anyway, but I am a man, let me be in front of you!"

Luo Wushu smiled at him and transcribed in response.

Immediately, he took a deep breath, took the initiative to step forward, and looked at the middle-aged Ziyi and said: "Senior, I have a few words to say!"

"What's the matter? Do you want a hero to save the United States?" The middle-aged Ziyi said with a wicked smile.

For Luo Wushu's communication with Xiao Dai'er, it was naturally in his eyes.

Luo Wushu looked at the middle-aged in purple clothes, and there were not too many waves on his handsome face, and he seemed to be indifferent to life and death.

"As for the resentment in the heart of the predecessors, in fact, I can also understand it very well."

"You are an ice armor horned monster with noble blood. However, because of the unparalleled dominance of the sword, you have been enslaved as a mount. From then on, your destiny is beyond your control."

"Actually, not only me, but everyone present can feel the same at this moment."

"Hahaha..." The middle-aged in Ziyi laughed and looked at Luo Wushu. What Luo Wushu said was naturally correct.

He just wanted to play with these humble human beings between applause.

Let these people experience the humiliation, pain, fear, and powerlessness he endured.

Then, I watched as I was getting closer to death.

"Then you know, where is the most hateful thing about Jian Wushuang?"

"Not to mention the days of following him, how much I have done for him"

"When he felt that my strength was not qualified to follow him, he was unwilling to let me go, but instead trapped the prisoner here."

"Just to guard this broken sword for him!"

"It's ridiculous that with his arrogance, no future generations are allowed to get his sword at all."

"As for this mausoleum..."

"Do you think no one has been in this mausoleum in these years?"

"It's just that they all failed without exception."

"He is just to prove that no one can be stronger than him."

"He just wants to let future generations know that he is Jian Wushuang, and there is no one before and after."

"Otherwise, do you think I don't want you to get this sword? It's a trash like you, it's impossible to get it."

"Instead of that, you might as well be my plaything and play your last role."

The middle-aged Ziyi's voice was getting louder and louder, and his last words were almost roared under the monstrous resentment.

The palace fell into a short silence, only the roar of the purple-clothed middle-aged reverberating continuously.

The Ice Armor Horned Devil Dragon was already ferocious and cruel. At this moment, everyone also faintly understood why his psychology was distorted so far.

Luo Wushu's expression still doesn't have too many waves, and he methodically said, "We can all understand what the predecessors said."

"After all, we have already experienced the feeling of powerlessness and uncontrollable destiny."

"However, under such rules, there is no suspense in this death game at all."

"And a game without suspense, can it still be called a game?"

"I suggest that seniors, directly kill all those present."

"Otherwise, after a while, someone may not be able to bear this psychological torture and commit suicide on impulse."

The middle-aged Ziyi glanced across the crowd, surprisingly no one refuted Luo Wushu's words.

What Luo Wushu said is not unreasonable. It's better to have a good time than death.

"Go on!" The evil eyes of the middle-aged in purple clothes were interesting.

Luo Wushu's performance was too calm, this was not what a death-seeking person should have.

"Since it's playing games, I don't know if the seniors are willing to change a rule." Luo Wushu said directly.

"Say!" The middle-aged Ziyi smiled slightly, and under absolute control, he had the intention to play slowly with Luo Wushu.

Even if Luo Wushu had to play some careful thinking, there would be no storms.

"Since the predecessor said that the conceited Jian Wushuang does not allow anyone to obtain that sword at all, it is better to give us a chance to try it."

"Give us a day to try to communicate and conquer that sword."

"If anyone can do it, the tasks of the predecessors will not be completed, can they be free?"

"Of course, we will give the sword to the seniors in exchange for a chance to survive."

Luo Wushu looked at the middle-aged in purple clothes, his eyes seemed to reveal a strong desire to survive.

"Although this means that there is a dead end, but at least there is a silver lining instead of losing hope at all, isn't it?"

A light of excitement flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged Ziyi, which seemed to be even more interesting.

"Hahaha……"

"In that case, I will be more kind."

"If anyone can get that sword, not only can he live, but he can also take one more person alive."

The middle-aged Ziyi seemed to remember that Luo Wushu stood up to speak for the hero to save the United States.

"Why, you can bring two!" Luo Wushu glanced at Ye Yuyao and said.

Hearing his posture, the middle-aged in Ziyi was stunned.

Is this guy sure he can get this sword?

"If you want to raise the conditions, you can!" Ziyi's middle-aged evil eyes showed a hint of playfulness.

"At that time, an hour!"

As he said, he sat down cross-legged, the endless starlight chain wrapped around his body, no longer planning to make a move.

"There is only one hour left?" Suddenly, a series of icy eyes swept towards Luo Wushu.

However, they completely forgot...

Without Luo Wushu's opening, there would be no such thing as this line of life.