The First Thousand Three Hundred and Eighty-Nine Chapters, the Prosperous Woman, Do You Wear Books? (Eighty-Six)

To the eyes that are dyed white and pure like the deep blue sea, gentle and quiet, other than that, there is no emotion.

Luo Xining retreated one after another, her mind was unexpectedly afraid, and she was horrified.

"I'm really honored." Ranbai glanced at Luo Xining with a half-smile, "Someone can be buried with him when he dies."

"I'm dead, and you can't live either."

The cold and clean voice struck Luo Xining's eardrums, which was obviously very pleasant, but at the moment it seemed extraordinarily cold, like cold ice and snow.

Luo Xining's face was pale, and she looked at the dye in horror.

Facing Luo Xining's terrified expression and her suddenly white eyes, she approached slowly. Due to the angle, she looked at Luo Xining rather condescendingly.

The magnificent lips evoked an extremely vile smile, and the light ridicule in his eyes was extremely dazzling.

"Why don't you beg me."

The sarcastic words seemed to have been poisoned, stabbing Luo Xining with blood.

Ranbai stood there, smiling playfully, in an arrogant and arrogant posture, admiring Luo Xining's expression in a leisurely manner.

Even his eyes were filled with a playful smile.

"No!" Luo Xining's body stiffened and she denied it sharply. She covered her ears as if they were stealing a bell, shook her head violently, and stared at Dye Bai viciously, "I can't beg you!"

How could she beg Jiu Bai, no, it's impossible!

Let her beg for the person she hates the most?

This is absolutely impossible!

"Okay." Ranbai hooked his lips carelessly, "Then please do it yourself."

Luo Xining tightened her body, watching Ranbai walk past her, her heart was numb.

Time passed by every second,

Luo Xining stood there stiffly, motionless, and clenched her fists. Upon closer inspection, she found that her whole body was shaking slightly.

"Please save the mission target as soon as possible, host." System No. 13 urged, and dutifully played the remaining time: "Three hours, eleven minutes, and forty-nine seconds remaining."

Luo Xining's fingertips trembled fiercely, and the fear of death made her legs go weak.

A huge sense of oppression, the whole world is forcing her.

...

"There are still two hours, twelve minutes and thirty-six seconds left." The system prompt sounded in Luo Xining's ear.

Luo Xining's body froze suddenly, her brain was buzzing, she shuddered, her legs were weak, she rushed out, staggered several times, almost fell to the ground, and her calf kept shaking.

She doesn't want to die,

I begged for help, she didn't want to die!

At this time, every minute and every second is suffering.

Luo Xining had never felt that a road could be so long.

"Let me in!" Luo Xining finally rushed to the main pavilion and roared furiously.

"Without the order of the Seventh Prince, no one can enter." The gatekeeper said expressionlessly, looking straight.

"I'm here to save your prince!" Luo Xining explained anxiously.

"Sorry, you still can't go in, please wait for me to go in and let me know."

Luo Xining didn't hear a word of the guard's words.

For the first time, Luo Xining was tired of people who talked so much, long-winded, too long-winded!

Luo Xining was trembling with anxiety and excitement, hot sweat dripped from her forehead, and she rushed in desperately.

The guards at the gate didn't notice it for a while, and directly let Luo Xining rush in.

Luo Xining staggered into the room and looked at the relaxed woman, her eyes were red, and she said tremblingly, "I beg you, I beg you!"

She looked bewildered, her voice uneven, "You, let me save you."