Chapter 271 Borrowing a Knife to Kill

I don't know how many people have been suppressed by the disciples of the Baiming Cult, but this time in front of the man in red, they obviously failed.

There was a playful look in his eyes, and he stretched out his hand and patted the prajna hood that was about to burst: "Listen to what you said, um, I'm looking forward to your master's revenge... Originally, I wanted to take you Let's get a ghost together, so that you don't get in the way like flies. Now it seems that no matter what, you have to keep your soul alone, or no one will tip off your master. Well, which one is better to keep?"

His expression was like picking chickens from a chicken coop. The faces of the three Zhong Rushuang at the moment could no longer be described as pale, and they were completely pale!

It turns out that there are really people in this world who are not afraid of their masters. "My dad is Li Gang" and they meet Obama, and they don't like this at all!

Like Ning Xuemo and Xiao Qilin, the man in red also gave these three a multiple-choice question. The three of them can only leave the soul of one person, but whoever is left can let them have the final say--

In other words, he supports these three people to fight in the nest, and the one who wins and survives is the lucky one...

With this multiple-choice question, the three brothers and sisters who were originally living and dying together and working together to the outside world instantly became enemies who wanted each other to die. Each made a different trick...

The 'third senior brother' was first killed by the 'big senior brother', and his body was kicked out of the prajna hood.

This prajna hood is indeed a rare treasure. It is easy for people to get out from the inside, but difficult to get in. The corpse of the third senior brother was just kicked out, and it immediately turned into the pale golden light, not even a bone residue was left.

"Senior brother..." Zhong Rushuang looked sad, with tears in his eyes: "I know you have always liked me, and among all the brothers and sisters, you also love me the most. You once played the flute under my window all night, You said you would go through fire and water for me at all costs..."

The senior brother seemed to be touched, and the hand holding the sword slowly lowered: "Yes, I have always liked you... But you, you refuse to respond to me..."

"Senior brother, it's not that I refuse to respond to you, but my mind power has not yet broken through the ground, and I'm ashamed that I'm not worthy of you. In fact, I have always liked the big brother..." Zhong Rushuang stared at the tip of his sword, and said more sad.

"What's the proof?" The senior brother seemed a little unconvinced.

"Evidence?" Zhong Rushuang smiled bitterly: "Do you still need evidence to like someone?"

"You said that at a moment like this, just to want me to give you this chance to survive... Sister Shuang, do you really think I'm stupid?"

"Senior brother, you are wrong. In order to prove my intention, I have decided to leave this only chance to you...Senior brother, you...you take care." The tears in Zhong Rushuang's bright eyes finally rolled down.

A crying beauty always provokes pity, not to mention that this is the sweetheart in the first place?

The senior brother couldn't help but take a step forward: "Sister Frost..."

Zhong Rushuang looked at him with tears in her eyes: "Senior brother, I just want you to know my heart, I'm afraid I won't have the chance if I don't say it..."

"I, I understand. Sister Shuang, I'm sorry..."

"Don't say sorry, eldest brother, your psychic power has broken through the sixth level of the Earth rank. Your survival is more useful than us. Rushuang has only one request now."

"What request? You say."