Chapter 566

Death's throne is holding a sharp and folding broadsword in both hands. With a grim smile, he pours at Liu Qian.

That strong body, every step on the ground, can make people feel his strong, the ground seems to be slightly shaking up.

He roared wildly, and the broad sword in his hands was about to sweep towards Liu Qian, who was also coming back at this time.

With two broad swords and two sharp edges, not to mention human beings, even a big tree can be cut to the ground, and a huge stone will be broken by a blow. Death's throne is very fast. Although he does not ask for a single blow, he is also eager to sweep Liu Qian out.

See Liu Qian stare big blood color eyes pounce on to come over, the throne of the God of death grimly smile a, seek to die!

Liu Qian came by leaps. At the moment when his two handed broadsword swept out, he leaped, and the whole person jumped directly onto the two handed broadsword without any escape. One hand turned into a PU fan, and the fan was on the face of death's throne.

Poof Chi, nails into the meat, hot pain hit, death's throne a pair of eyes are staring round up.

Ah——

He suddenly turned the angle of his two handed broadsword and wanted to throw Liu Qian away. To the dismay of death's throne, Liu Qian's body seemed to stick to his two handed broadsword and could not be thrown away.

"I'll kill you!"

Seeing that he couldn't get rid of Liu Qian, the throne of death suddenly put out a hand and grabbed it at Liu Qian's head.

His palm is like a huge palm fan. If he catches it, the stone will be broken, not to mention the fragile skull.

However, to the dismay of death's throne, Liu Qian didn't escape at all!

Can his power and the throne of death surpass that of ordinary people?

Death's throne does not believe that Liu Qian's speed is powerful, but his strength can only be compared with tiannu. Liu Qian can't do it!

The next second, a palm fan and a palm collided in an instant.

With his feet glued to the broad sword of both hands, which was still flat by the throne of death, Liu Qian gave a strange smile. His sharp nails instantly penetrated the palm of the throne of death, and in the astonished eyes of the throne of death, he yanked down.

Ah——

When the scream came, he left the throne of the God of death with two broad swords and looked at his big hand which was deeply impressed by Liu Qian's fingernails. When he looked at the deep visible bone wound, his face became pale, and the big beads of sweat were dripping down.

After the pain, death's throne suddenly looked angrily at Liu Qian, who was standing in front of him at this time. A fierce force of death's throne hit Liu Qian's head again.

Seeing the big fists of the casserole come, Liu Qian smiles strangely.

It seems to have foreseen the danger, but it is impossible for death's throne to take back his fist at this time, because Liu Qian's attack has come!

Snap!

With a crisp sound, death's throne screamed again.

His wrist was caught by Liu Qian and was broken!

"Hey, the woman who doesn't want you to die, let him go!" At this time, the voice of death came from behind Liu Qian. Liu Qian was stunned and turned back quickly.

The God of death, who had already left, was standing beside Han Zixin. One of his hands held Han Zixin's neck and raised her high, with a strange look.

"Let her go!"

Liu Qian turned his head and pressed his hand on the heart of death's throne.

"Together."

"Despicable thing, do you think I will believe you?"

"Don't you think she's going to die like this? It's already miserable for her to break up her appearance. If she dies like this, it's even worse!"

"Ha ha"

"What are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing at your stupidity. Is she worth your life?"

"Well?"

The God of death frowned and saw that Liu Qian's appearance did not seem to be fake. Especially Han Zixin was disfigured at this time. Such a woman must not attract Liu Qian's attention.

With this idea, the God of death slowly threw Han Zixin on the ground. Then he walked towards Liu Qian step by step, and said with a grim smile, "let go!"

"Good!"

Liu Qian smashed a heavy fist on the belly of death's throne, which was not light. The king of death, who weighed more than 300 Jin, was blasted out by Liu Qian.

Asshole!

Death scolded, but still quickly ran to the side of the throne of death, and then, ferociously looked at this time has come to Han Zixin's side, her back in the back, evil spirit looked at Liu Qian.

"Our fight is not over. Now, it's just the beginning!"

With these words, the God of death drags the throne of the God of death who was once severely damaged by Liu Qian, turns around and walks away. In a short time, he has disappeared in the jungle.

Long after death and others left, Liu Qian turned his head in a hurry. Tears could not stop falling. Looking at a beautiful face, Han Zixin, who had already become bloody at this time, hugged her tightly.

"Blame me, blame me, blame me for this, blame me for everything, blame me --"

"I don't blame you. I really don't blame you."

Tightly hugged together two people, tearful murmur, constantly pull the responsibility to their own body, in the moonlight mapping, kneeling on the ground embracing two figures, as if and this jungle scene into one.

After a long time, Liu Qian seemed to be too tired. Han Zixin, who was sleeping in the past, came to the roadside, got on Maserati and went back to the villa.

In fact, all the way Liu Qian knew that Han Zixin didn't fall asleep. She couldn't sleep, but she still avoided Liu Qian's sight and looked out of the window with tears.

He didn't know, but he didn't say anything. Now it's useless to say it in many ways. It's the only way to cure her face.

When Han Zixin was taken out of the car, her wonderful eyes were tightly closed, and her bloody face was shocking. When the two returned to the villa, Liu Qian put Han Zixin on the sofa, and he sat quietly on her side.

In the open villa, there was a little silence.

"Husband, am I ugly?"

Han Zixin asked Liu Qian on one side with a choking voice. His whole body and mind seemed to be haggard, and tears poured out again.

Liu Qian just seriously turned his head and looked at the bloody Han Zixin. With a soft smile, he took her in his arms.

"No matter what you become, in my heart, your image has been fixed on the day we first met."

Liu Qian took a deep breath. Han Zixin's delicate body trembled. She said with a bitter smile, "but now I feel that I really don't deserve you."

Hiss——

At this moment, Liu Qian only felt his heart stop suddenly, but then he laughed again.

"Why don't we make a bet?"

Liu Qian lowered his head and looked at Han Zixin, who did not dare to show her cheek to him at this time. With a soft smile, the unspeakable love spread in every move.

"Bet?"

Han Zixin murmured, "what's the bet?"

"A week, I will use a week, let you once again coruscate the vigor!"

Liu Qian said seriously.

Han Zixin's heart trembled, but she knew that it was impossible, and she also knew that the villain just wanted to use a week to restore her confidence to live.

After all, most of the girls, especially the most famous beauties, can't bear the pressure after disfigurement and will choose to go to extremes.

She knew that he was for her good. She was moved to kill Han Zixin. She didn't want to disappoint Liu Qian. She just nodded.

But no one knows what she thinks in her heart.

"I knew you didn't believe it!"

Liu Qian slowly stood up, Han Zixin surprised to see the past, but heard a puff, Liu Qian will be all the clothes torn open.

As you can see, the shocking scars appear at the moment. Han Zixin's eyes suddenly become tender. She suddenly stands up and pours into his arms.

"Wife, don't get me wrong, I'm proving it, no, you listen to me, OK, darling, don't cry, please, listen to me, OK?"

"You say, I listen."

"Well, you see, I have a lot of injuries. Haven't you ever thought about why I have so many injuries, but my face, like ordinary people, hasn't suffered any injuries?"

"Well? What do you mean? "

"Is it true that my face has not been badly damaged?"

"You mean --"

"I said that in a week's time, I'm going to give you the glory you used to be. I'll do what I say!"“ My husband -- "

"Wife."

"Hold me up. I'm tired."

"Well."

Liu Qian, who holds Han Zixin upstairs, holds her to the bed. Looking at Han Zixin's startling face, Liu Qian's heart is full of heartache.

Chen Jiaojiao, I want you to die!

Liu Qian roared in his heart, but on the surface, when he treated Han Zixin, he was as gentle as water, more affectionate.

She hugged him tightly, not willing to open her hand. Liu Qian also hugged her tightly. In this way, she chatted about a lot of topics that had not been involved before, and even about marriage. The more she talked, the more happy she was. But gradually, Han Zixin also gradually fell asleep.

Looking at Han Zixin's frightening face, Liu Qian's heart is bleeding.

Pure as she is, why should she suffer such a crime? She should have been surrounded by many stars. After contacting with herself again and again, all kinds of disasters suddenly came, and Liu Qian's heart became more and more heavy.

Looking at her sleeping, Liu Qian didn't know where. At this time, Han Zixin didn't believe what he said.

A face from top to bottom, continuous row of six or seven knife, flesh and blood, even cleaning can not do, because that will only bring endless pain.

In the past, where could the delicate young lady bear such pain, Liu Qian was not willing to let her bear the chilling pain.

Love is not to say, Liu Qian decided to use practical action, let her coruscate the hope of birth.