It only took a moment!

The coldness of these drops of liquid is different. It is the coldness of temperature.

Buzz!

Zhao Chu opened his eyes suddenly.

first!

He saw a face full of pear blossoms and rain.

There were a few crystal tears hanging on the fluffy eyelashes, and a few couldn't hold on and fell on her face.

That's the temperature.

The liquid just now had this temperature.

This is not rain at all, this is... teardrops!

Zhao Chu swallowed hard.

This is a very beautiful cheek, different from Qing Xuanle's thrilling look, different from Ze Yanhua's gentle and watery face, different from Tang Duanying's quirky look.

Her beauty is like an ordinary lily.

Lily flowers are beautiful, but their beauty is easily forgotten.

Every city has several lilies.

She will never be as beautiful as Qing Xuanle and Tang Duanying.

Zhao Chu has ignored it countless times inadvertently.

That’s right!

Zhao Chu always remembered everything about her inadvertently, but also forgot it inadvertently.

Tick ​​tock!

Tick ​​tock!

Tick ​​tock!

The hot tears had already been mercilessly cooled before they fell on Zhao Chu's face.

Like a burning heart, it becomes silent step by step.

Humble, insignificant.

Tremble!

Zhao Chu's palms trembled, and his heart felt suffocated.

He also felt the hot liquid dripping down his chest.

Very sticky!

This viscosity is different from tears.

Blood!

These liquids are blood.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Chu's eyes slowly lowered.

He is timid.

He didn't dare to look down, he was afraid, he was really afraid.

He was afraid like never before.

He was as helpless as a child.

finally!

Zhao Chu saw the terrifying fatal fist and the unparalleled Nascent Soul Strike.

It's like the gate to hell, like the souls demanding their lives.

Like a grimace that bites your neck off.

At this moment, the fist was frozen, less than three inches away from his chest.

Danger after danger.

And the blood dripped down the fist.

The blood beads gathered into blood lines, passing away vitality, passing away attachment, passing away a silent and humble love.

trembling!

Zhao Chu's heart kept trembling.

Instantly shattered.

The liver and intestines were severed in an instant.

This terrifying fist penetrated a body, pierced the bloody chest, and shattered the internal organs.

This blow lives up to the name of Nascent Soul. Even with this punch, even the golden elixir will definitely die.

However, he was safe and sound.

Someone bore this mortal disaster for him.

This is a replacement!

A sacrifice without regrets!

Zhao Chu's eyes were blurry, filled with unspeakable darkness. At this moment, he felt more uncomfortable than if he had died.

His head felt as if someone had pressed it hard into the mud, and every cell was suffocated.

Tears burst into his eyes, and Zhao Chu's heart... was broken!

…

outside world!

The whole audience was stunned.

In the light curtain, it was the life clock belonging to Zhao Chu, and inside the clock body, that solitary grain of gravel was still alive, still stubbornly maintaining a person's vitality.

Dead silence!

The whole place was dead silent, the whole place was mute and silent.

Even a few demon kings stopped, their faces full of disbelief!

The moment's barrier is over!

Zhao Chu, alive!

…

Forty thousand demons stood up one after another.

Jiang Xiangyi and others had burst into tears, and He Jianggui and others also had trembling palms, as if all their strength had been drained away in an instant.

Liu Yueyue squeezed Ji Dongyuan's arm so hard that her nails almost dug into it.

Ji Dongyuan's throat was dry and every breath was extremely painful.

Wang Junchen, Fang Sanwan and others were all speechless and unable to stand still.

…

Buzz!

The next breath, two cold lips gently pressed against Zhao Chu's mouth.
Chapter completed!