The trap is ready.

This battle with the Death Repaying Spirit... either you die or I die!

Everyone's fate is about to be decided.

The sky is still dark.

It is already very close to the sea, and the sound of waves can be heard from time to time.

Neither of them was sleepy, almost staring at the soil just now. Although they knew, they would not grow out so quickly.

"Fei Yi..." Boshao sat cross-legged, looked at Liuli beside him, and suddenly said to her: "You still think I did something wrong at the beginning, right?"

Liuli was silent for a while.

"Do you... still think your approach is correct?"

"I don't know." Boshao raised his head, looked at the starry sky in the sky, and said, "Tomorrow... tomorrow night, can I still look up at the starry sky like this?"

Liuli sighed.

"The future has not become a fixed number..."

"I promised you to become a witch instead of your mother. Even if you dirty your hands and kill those babies, you will also destroy the connection point between the evil space and the world. But in the end, everything can't be reversed."

Suddenly, Liuli's body was completely embraced by Boshao.

"For the time being...keep this attitude...I am tired. Whether I was the Secretary of the previous life, or you were the witches in the previous life. We are all... tired, aren't we?"

Maybe... there is no future at all.

Sun Zhengyan and Li Hongming later ran away separately.

In his mind, the pale little hand was still moving forward rapidly on the ground, constantly crossing the ground in front of him. The speed was astonishingly fast as he could... made him frightened.

After all, he was old and was already out of breath at this moment. He held a rock and sat down to rest for a while.

At this time, the image in my mind disappeared.

This actually scared him.

In this way, it is impossible to understand where the ghost is.

When will the dead soul... come?

Outside the dark door, a foot covered by a long hem of clothes was stepped into.

In the darkness, the rotten and terrifying aura made A Jing dare not move.

Still...unavoidable...

But, he can't kill himself now. At the earliest, he also got tonight midnight.

However, for A Jing now, it has no meaning.

Countless evil ghosts coiled on the Nether Slit Ghost Blade, floating around the prince's terrifying face, in the blood-red light, and the purple pupils were wide open.
Chapter completed!