Chapter 705

However, this time, he was the only one who escaped from the temple of the priest, and the remaining three were turned into body powder on the spot.

But he's dying

In the silence of the night, came the sound of the bell.

The young killer opened his eyes and looked at the girl slowly coming out of the long night street.

The man was still very young, less than sixteen years old, and his skeleton was still not full, and he looked thin.

She casually put on an inappropriate dress, dark, half showing the whole fragrant shoulder; she wore an outer cloak with black and red background on her shoulders, and her hem was zigzagging to the ground behind her, like a handful of Mandala in full bloom. Jade like barefoot across the red carpet, stained with gold dust debris, like a well decorated sculpture.

She white as thin as snow wrist, set a golden foot ring, with her walk, issued a "jingling" light sound.

The voice seemed frivolous and seductive in the quiet street.

She was holding a cup of golden wine in her hand. Slowly, some liquor was shaking out of the cup. The crystal clear liquor wet her fingertips, and the liquor dripped along the road.

The assassin has recognized that the girl who came out to drink during the palace worship in the whole city is the high priest of the dead city in the future.

Her father was offering sacrifices at the palace, while she was drunk and wandering the streets.

No wonder the elders thought the whole tribe would be destroyed in her generation.

The young man stood up with a long sword and stumbled to run.

Behind the crisp bell, like a shadow to follow.

The boy was out of strength and fell to the ground.

Behind him came a bantering laugh: "ha..."

There is no ordinary person's sympathy for a wounded person.

The young man fell to the ground. With the passing of the aura, his breath was weak. He opened his eyes and saw that his clothes were not neat. He came and bent down to look at his girl.

She has a pair of eyes as deep as a silent night.

At the moment, she is slightly drunk. Her skin is white and her lips are bright red. She smiles like a spring breeze on her face. She has an intimate and gentle state that has nothing to do with her age and gender.

-- as the whole city knows, cangyou's eldest daughter, at a young age, has already had a beautiful appearance.

The girl stretched out two snow-white fingers and pinched his chin, "run when you see me? What's wrong with it? " She narrowed her eyes, looked at the terrible wound on his body, and his lifeless face, and smiled, "Oh Have you been found guilty of doing bad things? "

The former high priests had always been dignified and dignified since childhood, but cangming was frivolous and unruly and disobeyed discipline.

The girl narrowed her deep eyes, looked at his face with a smile and asked him, "do you want to live?"

The boy bit his pale lips and looked at her carefully.

He was black and full of ominous smell in this quiet city. He even suspected that she should know where he came from and what he did.

And she asked him - do you want to live?

The boy was short of breath, and he moved his lips: "yes."

The man laughed: "is it fun to live?"

The young man did not know how to answer.

Is it fun to live?

As a killer, for others, there may be no difference between living and dying.

And for himself, he couldn't answer.

The girl gazed at him for a while, and said with a low smile, "it's better to live."