Xiaoluo held Qingmang and sat on the ground, sitting next to Qi Mei, who was already a little silly.

Xiao Luo was lost and had no idea what he should do.

Qi Mei lowered her head and glanced carefully.

"Is this the Qingmang Goddess?"

She muttered in a low voice. Xiao Luo ignored her, but she said quietly:

"It's a pity that she's going to die soon."

"die?"

Xiao Luo suddenly woke up. Because Lord Hema said to him: "Don't let her die!"

The master's orders and the crisis of reality forced her to wake up.

"What to do? What to do?"

She is not a doctor, she is just a doctor's assistant.

“Her life is super strong, but it is passing quickly.

"There's nothing more."

Qi Mei leaned her head against the rock a little decadently, bowed, and looked at the terrifying god war in the sky timidly.

The reflection of the fire kept flashing in her eyes.

"No one can bear the death curse of the god of death, even God is the same.

"This is the curse with the strongest death power in this world."

"What should I do? Since you know so much, think of a way!"

"But she did."

Qi Mei murmured in a low voice.

"What did she do?"

"She took Hema's heart away when she died."

Qimei continued to whisper in a low voice, like telling a romantic myth.

"She died for Hema. She was also the only god who was willing to bear the death curse for mortals.

"No matter how many times Hema reincarnates, he will only have this woman in his heart."

"Nonsense!"

For Xiao Luo, this is just that it is no different from pricking her forehead with a needle, which stimulates her extremely seriously.

“Who said it!

"Who said she is the only one!

“Hema is my man.

“She is considered an ex-wife at most!

"Why should she die?"

Xiao Luo's eyes fell on the sickle that passed through Qingmang's chest.

Qingmang just pointed at it and transferred the sickle from Meng Fei to himself.

She doesn't have the ability, but she can do it.

Pull out the sickle and insist that someone die, so I will die!

She reached out and grabbed the sickle, and the sharp edge cut her palm, but she didn't feel it at all.

Qi Mei looked at her, shrank back, and said:

"You are different from her. She is the most vital god, and she may be able to support her for a while.

"You are just a mortal. If you force the death curse to yourself, you will die immediately.

"I don't even have the chance to say goodbye to him."

Xiao Luo ignored the deaf ears, held the blade of the sickle intently, and began to pull out.

The sickle is very tightly inserted, it is like the mouthpiece of a mosquito, longing for the vitality of the green light like blood, and is unwilling to be pulled out easily.

But it is just a concrete image of the dead curse. Whether it can be pulled out has nothing to do with any physical factors, it simply depends on the competition between the will of both parties.

When Meng Fei pulled out the sickle for himself, he was the one who could not pull it to death, just like he was stepping on himself and climbing up, he couldn't pull it out no matter what.

When Qingmang was hit, if he wanted to pull out the sickle from Qingmang, his will to die was stronger than Qingmang.

As a mortal, his willpower is never comparable to that of God. Moreover, he sometimes resets the spiral of light as a trump card, and he really doesn't want to die, so in this tug-of-war, he can't pull the green light.

But Xiao Luo is different.

Her consciousness was unusually strong, and Qingmang had been severely damaged and was on the verge of death. Her consciousness became weak and the balance of victory and defeat began to flip.

"Even if you can steal that person's heart and die, what's the use?"

Qimi asked while continuing to retreat.

“I don’t need to use it.”

After a while, Xiao Luo suddenly understood a lot of things, and she was no longer so excited.

"I died seven years ago without Lord Hema's words.

“I spent the best time in seven years with him.

"I'm already very satisfied."

"Excuse me."

Seeing that she was so excited, Qi Mei said while backing back.

"When you pull out that thing, you will spit out a dead air. As long as you stick a little, I will die. So I can only stay away."

She is already a dead soul. If she is contaminated with the death energy of the God of Death, she will be devoured like those sacrifices.

"It's okay, you can stay away."

Xiao Luo said nothing.

After walking ten steps away, Qi Mei continued to remind her:

"The instant the death curse is pulled out will be transferred to you.

"You cannot be reincarnated directly by the death curse of the God of Death. You will be given the authority of the God of Death and become part of the Death Curse.

"He will forget you, just as you have never been in this world. You will never meet again."

Xiao Luo murmured to himself:

“Seven years ago, we didn’t know each other.

"Thank you for giving me seven years.

“I am still alive because I thought I could repay you.

"Since I can't, I'll give my life back to you.

"Don't owe each other!"

She pulled out the Death Scythe inserted into Qingmang's body with a fierce look!

...

In the melee sky, a small ball of flame condensed into a human form.

Suzaku, wearing a long flame dress, appeared in the chaotic night, holding his hands in his chest to look at the battle situation.

She kept throwing her thoughts into it. Although her attack was very fierce, she could not compare to the right time and place of the master of the Idiom Realm.

In the night sky, every incarnation of the God of Death becomes a black robe wrapped in an image holding a sickle.

As for what was inside the black robe, he completely gave up on his imagination. Anything is whatever it is.

So whenever these "Death God" hoods are blown up in the strong wind, the void that is nothing is revealed inside.

Only that sickle is the concrete image of the death curse. The God of Death can no longer issue a complete death curse.

But even if each incarnation only carries a little bit of death, it is enough to execute a mortal immediately.

Countless such gods of death are like swarms of locusts in the night sky, forming countless rolling black clouds.

But these have no great impact on Suzaku. Her living body is flame, and she has a more terrifying destructive power than death.

Before those "death" could approach her, they were destroyed by the flames and turned into chaotic particles, and were finally released in the form of radiation.

The problem is that these radiations eventually fall into the mind realm of Death, which is part of its energy closed loop and will not be directly lost.

So even if the incarnation of the God of Death is destroyed, it will be reborn immediately. It is really wildfire that cannot be burned out, and the spring breeze will reborn again.

And her intentions she devoted was actually exhausted. So what would the final result be like this?

Her mind was exhausted and she had to withdraw from the realm of Death. Death was still here to escape from the impulse.

If she was in reality, it wouldn't be a big deal to just slapp the mountain of corpses with one palm.

But in that case, He Ma and Qingmang, who were trapped in this spiritual realm, would be destroyed by her.

"Hmph, you always ask me questions!"
Chapter completed!