This Damned Thirst for Survival - Chapter 222

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The fatalist escaped quickly, and Jiang Luo chased him from behind.

Jiang Luo sneered while chasing, "Fate man, take a look at your embarrassed appearance now, like a falling dog, what are you afraid of?"

"Don't you want to become a god? Why did you leave?"

Jiang Luo looked at the back of the Fate Man, his eyes faintly aimed at the heart of the Fate Man.

The dagger in his hand gleamed with the sharpness of Jin Long's body.

"People who don't want to die will die."

Jiang Luo decided to understand Heiwuchang's reminder in the simplest sense.

The destined person is a "person", as long as it is a person, the heart is his key.

His eyes gradually sharpened.

At this kind of time, it is impossible to waste a second. Once Jiang Luo had the opportunity, he would not hesitate to penetrate the chest of the fatalist with a dagger.

As if feeling the crisis coming from behind, the speed of the Fate Man is getting faster and faster. But when the fatalist escaped from the gate of the temple, he suddenly stopped.

The entire Jokhang Temple was cold and cold, without a monk haunting it. But in front of the Fate Man, there were eight people gathered in front of him.

From Lu, who was holding Tengbi's broadsword, to Qi Ye, who had no spiritual body, everyone looked serious and stood ready.

These people can't pose a threat to the destiny, but the reason why the destiny doesn't move is because their standing position and the magic circle under their feet have become a delicate formation.

Once the fatalist steps in, it takes time to come out. But as long as the destiny is consumed for a few seconds, Jiang Luo will be able to catch up.

This seems to be the way to death.

But the fatalist instantly calmed down. When Jiang Luo rushed out, he turned and smiled at Jiang Luo.

"Two hundred years," the fatalist's voice is hoarse, his vocal cords are damaged, but he can still make a sound, "two hundred years, I haven't killed anyone."

Jiang Luo's eyelids suddenly twitched, and he took the lead to stop the fatalist.

But he was a step late.

The Fate Man stretched out his hand, squeezed his fingers slightly, and turned into claws. He quickly pinched the neck of Ge Zhu, who was closest to him, with a sigh, "But today, if I don't kill, people will come." kill me."

The hope of becoming a **** was shattered, and he was deceived and turned around. It doesn't seem to matter whether you kill or not.

The long-lost anger and despair of the fatalist are intertwined into the coldness of nature.

He broke Ge Zhu's limbs to prevent Ge Zhu from escaping. Then he grabbed Ge Zhu and galloped down the mountain and fled.

He broke the formation forcefully, and Lu Yi exclaimed in disbelief: "Ge Zhu--!"

The fatalist used Ge Zhu's life to make Jiang Luo retreat.

Ge Zhu in his hand will be a life-saving card for him to escape successfully.

Jiang Luo's pupils tightened, and his excellent eyesight allowed him to see clearly the scene of Ge Zhu breaking the hands and feet of the destiny. He watched the destiny keep holding Ge Zhu away, and watched the weird arcs of Ge Zhu's hands and feet. With a "bang", Jiang Luo froze.

The monstrous anger burned his eyes.

But the more angry he is, the calmer he is. Jiang Luo pressed his lips tightly, and hurried to catch up with the fate.

The Fate had already ran out of the Jokhang Temple.

His speed is very fast, but Ge Zhu's breathing is getting weaker and weaker. Ge Zhu opened his gray eyes and looked at the roof of the Jokhang Temple and the layers of trees and branches that hurriedly passed by.

Severe pain came from everywhere on his body, and the friction between his half of his body and the ground had dragged bloodstains all the way.

The sky was gloomy, and the clouds made the day dark like night. The gray clouds moved slowly among them, and for an instant, Ge Zhu seemed to be back when he was a child.

When he was a little monk, he often looked up at the sky like this, curious about everything.

At that time, his side of the world was only the size of the Jokhang Temple, and whether it was sunny or rainy, there was always the same innocent and simple Ge Wuchen beside him.

He and Ge Wuchen are the only brothers in the group of orphans adopted by the Jokhang Temple.

Ge Zhu's eyes were out of focus. In a trance, he could hear the heavy sound of his breathing, and he could see the friends chasing him from behind.

Can feel the constant passing of life.

He thought, would Ge Wuchen ever be so painful?

When he was forced to betray the Jokhang Temple, and was forced to bear the charge of killing his father and master, was it also as painful as he was at this moment?

Anyway, Ge Zhu felt extremely painful.

It was even more painful than when he was about to be beaten to death by Ge Wuchen, tears and blood flowed from his face.

"Ge Zhu!!!"

Ge Wuchen's collapsed and extremely angry voice sounded in front of him.

Sharply and desperately, he pulled back Ge Zhu's consciousness.

The fatalist stopped.

Because in front of him, three people, Ge Wuchen, Liao Si and Huali, appeared, and behind them were Feng Li and Ji Yaozi who were supposed to be staying in the Heavenly Master's Mansion.

The moment he saw Feng Li and Ji Yaozi, the fate's pupils shrank and his hands tightened suddenly.

Ge Zhu's eyes protruded and he made a "hoho" voice with difficulty.

Ji Yaozi looked at Ge Zhu in disbelief, and then at the fatalist.

What did he see? !

The fatalist actually hurt someone!

Ge Wuchen's eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, he was stunned by the anger, and rushed forward with a roar. The fatalist knew that Ge Zhu's life might threaten Jiang Luo, but not Chi You's men. He directly threw Ge Zhu at Ge Wuchen, and then quickly rushed towards Liao Si and Huali.

Liao screamed shortly, and the flower **** stepped forward to block him. The claws crossed his chest, and the eyes covered by the fox mask were as fierce as beasts.

The blood that contains the power of enshrinement can counteract all kinds of evil things. The fatalist squeezed the blood from his fingers and threw it on the coriander. The corroded place where the blood splattered the cormorant easily caused serious injuries, and squatted on the ground in pain.

The fox mask fell, and the lower half of the fox-like face of the flower lily had been corroded with a large piece of flesh and blood.

No one stood in front of him, and Liao Si took a few steps back in horror. Fortunately, the fatalist didn't care about him, but went straight to Ji Yaozi and Feng Li and led them to continue to flee.

Liao Si breathed a sigh of relief, and rushed to the covet's side, wiping the blood from the covet with his clothes corners.

Ji Yaozi didn't want to go down the mountain with the fate.

The fatalist should have been ambushed and is rushing for his life. In such a crisis, I still have to bring them, and Ji Yaozi feels weird the more he thinks about it. But the Fate Man seemed to be about to be mad at this time. His white hair was messy, and blood was splashed all over his face and body. He was completely no longer the mundane appearance before, but a little shocking.

Ji Yaozi was dragged by him to a stagger, and subconsciously followed him a few steps.

He looked at the back of the fatalist with complicated eyes.

The Fate Man protects them at this moment, how much is it really because they are his children?

Feng Li also followed behind the fatalist in silence.

The Fate Man’s tone was cold, "Didn’t I let you stay in the Heavenly Master’s Mansion?"

"Fate..." Ji Yao said with a dry voice, "You--"

"Fate, where do you want to go?"

The tone of interest cut off Ji Yaozi's words.

A devil in a suit came slowly from the road, his pale face with a perfect smile, as if he had never been injured.

Liao Si's eyes lit up as if seeing a life-saving straw, "Master!"

The fatalist's heart sinks again and again, until now, he finally feels that he might die here. His eyes were unpredictable, and he looked at Chi You deeply, "You didn't even die."

The evil spirit chuckled slightly, and said, "My luck has always been good."

The fatalist let go of Feng Li and Ji Yaozi, hiding them behind him without a trace, his eyes were condensed.

There are wolves in front and tigers behind. If he wants to run, it is not easy.

Not to mention running away with Ji Yaozi, it was even more difficult.

Just as the Fate Man was paying most of his attention to the evil spirit, a gust of wind rushed from behind, and Ji Yaozi watched as a dagger pierced into the heart of the Fate Man.

The blood of the fatalist splashed on Ji Yazi's face. Ji Yazi was stiff, raised his hand to stop, and then forced his hand down. He couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

Different road non-phase plan.

Even extremely unfilial is that even though Ji Yaozi's heart is empty and feels grief, but also faintly relieved.

He had long guessed that there would be such a day, but he did not expect that the fate would be so close to him when he died.

Jiang Luo pulled out the dagger without blinking, and sent it down again viciously. Most of the blood splashed half of his face red. Jiang Luo was like a demon. He grinned, and the scarlet sticky blood dripped down his beautiful chin, "Fate, I will kill you."

The fatalist turned his head slowly.

Blood constantly overflowed from his mouth, but the eyes of the fatalist looking at Jiang Luo became gentle as before. He gently said: "Jiang Luo, do you know why you came into this world?"

Jiang Luo sent the dagger in his hand again, with a bright smile, "I'm sorry, I'm not interested."

"I made you come into this world," the fatalist said indifferently. 'I found a difference in my body. Jiang Luo in this world has an inexplicable connection with you. And once I summon you through this connection, you will be free from the fate of this world. This is how you came to this world. s reason."

The fatalist suddenly grabbed Jiang Luo's left hand.

The red mole on the back of Jiang Luo's left hand was as red as broken rose juice.

The fatalist's finger gently rubbed the red mole, his light-colored eyes fixed on Jiang Luo, "But now, you pose a threat to me. So, you should go back to your world."

With a move of his finger, the fatalist magically erased the red mole on Jiang Luo's hand.

He said: "Leave."

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