Chapter 1721

Faerlan considered a lot beforehand, and he considered all aspects. But he still missed one problem, and that was the nature of Cersei as a woman.

Cersei is a greedy woman, which can be seen from her choice. Able to seduce Faerun without scruples and recommend himself as his mistress. The greedy desire in her heart is obviously far beyond ordinary people. But if you want to say that she is a cruel and merciless femme woman who acts entirely on profit, this may be a bit biased.

Because if she were such a woman, she could just watch with cold eyes, watch Feyren kill James, and then thank Feyren nonchalantly. But she obviously didn't do it, or she didn't choose to do it.

Before making an outright self-interested choice, her perceptual impulse was obviously greater than her rational impulse. When she was impulsive, her actions were absolutely crazy, and she would not worry about the consequences at all.

There is no reason to support her shooting Faerun, unless her ridiculous love is used as an excuse. However, because of such unreasonable things, she just did it, and she did it so decisively that Faerun didn't even have a chance to react.

This is ridiculous, but in fact it is. Phelan took a bet, and obviously, he lost this bet, completely lost. Of course, James is not the winner. In such a mess, no one can become a profit. They are just idiots who have been defeated by such a stupid thing.

Discovering this, Faerun, who was shot in the waist, laughed miserably. He is bleeding, although it is not fatal, but this is only a temporary problem. Prolonged bleeding will make him die here, and now, even if he wants to leave, it is basically impossible.

The bullet hit him accurately in the waist. Although the existence of the spine blocked the penetration of the bullet, the bullet also deprived him of all the touch of his lower body. This is not a good thing, because it makes him lose the ability to act. Of course, this is not a bad thing. Because at the very least, this can prevent him from losing consciousness due to pain, so that he can continue to watch this farce.

After Cersei wounded oneself, he dropped the gun and ran towards James. She seems to want to help own this ex-boyfriend, but now James, simply can't help her.

He was hit by the magic mirror and killing ghosts, now he has run out of oil. All the Yin Qi in his body has been almost destroyed under this power of demonization. It is already an extremely difficult thing for him to maintain his current existence. It can be said that as soon as the day breaks, he may be wiped out under the impact of the sun at sunrise.

Of course, this kind of thing is not something Cersei can understand. She just saw James' current situation and realized that his current situation is very bad.

This made her panic, and then quickly reached out and grabbed James, trying to pull him off the ground. However, this is not an easy task. Because of James' body, it was as cold as a piece of ice now. This is the result of his spilling within the body Yin Qi and unable to control himself. And it was precisely because of such a situation that she had already given birth to unbearable pain just by grabbing his body.

Yin Qi entering the body, it is more tormented than being naked in the ice and snow of tens of degrees below zero. Although Cersei is not a spoiled Eldest Miss, she can't bear this kind of pain. She subconsciously wanted to let him go and put on a way to help him. But at this time, James has stretched out oneself's intact hand and firmly grasped her arm.

Under the zero-distance contact, the painful feeling is of course multiplied. And it was precisely because of this unbearable pain that Cersei immediately screamed and pleaded.

"Let go, Jaime, you let me go. You hurt me, bastard. Let me go!"

Jaime is not at all to Cersei at this time To respond to requests. It's not that he doesn't want to, but he can't. As a special ghost, he is not like an ordinary Evil Spirit. As Faerun and the others have seen, there are entities that can be seen with their own eyes and touched with their hands. He is not so much an Evil Spirit that comes and go without a shadow or trace, but rather a walking corpse. Be more accurate.

For such a walking corpse, all his sources of strength are the Yin Qi accumulated in his body. With the existence of Yin Qi, he can walk, see, have self-awareness, know that oneself is James, and what oneself should do. In other words, when this Yin Qi is broken up, what he loses is not only oneself's original strength, but also the self-consciousness that he loses at the same time.

And this also means that he can hardly be called James now, because all his actions are already maintained by instinct.

A ghost, a walking corpse instinct, that is more terrifying than the instinct of a wild beast. Driven by this instinct, James simply did not take into consideration that oneself caught Cersei, the lover who betrayed oneself and rescued oneself from danger. Instead, he pulled Cersei directly onto own. Then he held up a face that was shriveled and thin as a skeleton from the divine light of the demon mirror, and his big mouth was already biting on Cersei's neck.

This is his instinctive drive. Because of his severe trauma, what he needs most now is the nourishment of the anger of living people to make up for the Yin Qi he has lost. If he is also conscious, he may not take Cersei as a oneself target. However, what he has left is instinct now, and the instinct of this kind of ghost doesn't care who you are. What does it mean to me?

It will only choose the fastest and most concise goal to complete self-saving. And at this point, Cersei, who was almost the same as being delivered to the door, certainly became his best choice without exception.

This sudden change scared everyone almost. Especially Cersei, her whole person was already scared by this change. Even when James bit her neck and sucked her blood, she didn't react too much. Because of her brain, simply has not come back to his senses from this change.

This is an unbelievable thing for her. After all, she had just paid such a big price to save him, and now, it was just a matter of blinking, and James had already shown such a hideous face to her in a show one's ferocious appearance, and even did it. For such a thing. This of course made her a little bit unable to accept the emotional impulse.

However, emotionally you can no longer accept it, and you still have to react honestly physically. By now, she can feel that oneself's life is passing by, she can no longer care about anything emotional or emotional. The instinct to survive had already taken full advantage, and she began to cry desperately, trying to struggle out of James' hands.

However, it is obviously too late to think of doing this kind of thing at this time. As a ghost, James inherently possesses power that surpasses the ordinary person, and for the same purpose of survival, the power he can explode is much greater than that of trifling, a human Cersei.

This makes Cersei feel that oneself is like an ant trying to push away the finger that is about to crush oneself to death. Even if it uses the energy of feeding, it can't change the destiny of oneself being destroyed. Yes, at this time, she had already begun to feel the existence of Death, the feeling that life force was about to pass away, caused great fear in her heart.

At such a time, she didn’t care about other things anymore, she stretched out her hand directly to Faerun, as if a drowning man wanted to grab the last straw, facing him Begged loudly.

"Help, help me, help me. I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

Faerun just crawled a little while facing her. Moved twice, and then shrugged, showing her a helpless smile.

"Sorry, you saw it too, I can't help you now. So, you should accept your fate obediently and honestly."

Such a sentence made Cersei's heart grow. After the endless despair, the luster in her eyes began to dim quickly, like a flame that was extinguishing, gradually turning into a dark void. This also means that her life is completely dying. When James stood up and let go of his hand. Her body was already like frozen dead flesh, smashed hard to the floor. She died, completely. With the loss of hope, coupled with the devouring of that kind of ghosts, her death was almost instantaneous.

She is obviously not satisfied with her anger alone. I was pleased with Cersei, but let him reply a little bit, and the distance completely recovered, which is also quite a distance. So as it should be by rights, he began to target Faerun.

For James, who is only instinctive, Phelan, lying on the ground, unable to move, is like a buffet on a dinner plate. He didn't have any reason to abandon him, so naturally, he started to walk towards Faerun.

And looking at James, who was walking towards oneself like this, Phelan just gave an ugly smile. It was already a flip of both hands, revealing the house under oneself.

"Come on, Little Brat, look at father here!"