Cannon Fodder Counterattack System

Counterattack Crossing Species. Marvin (6)

Lying in the arms of his lover, Ye sinian hooked his lips. His immortal face that had not left a trace under the erosion of the years instantly added a hint of cunning look, and the end of his eyes curled up with a pleasant arc. He raised his head and kissed his disciple's chin and said: "You won for your teacher."

Wuhui Jue has long been accomplished, but Yun Buqi abruptly fixed his appearance in his thirties, raising his hand and gently brushing his lover's black hair, he carefully gather the thick cloak of his lover's body, so as not to let the cold water vapor in the sea breeze wet his clothes.

"I will leave this world first, so I won." Ye Sinian's sharp teeth rubbed his lover's chin, he was very dissatisfied with his lover's non-response.

Yun Buqi's fingertips trembled, there was a trace of uncontrollable pain in his deep eyes, but he was unwilling to show a little sadness in front of his Master, so he pursed his lips and carefully removed the hair of his Master which was blown away by the sea breeze. After returning to his ears, he said in a low voice: "Well, Tu'er lost."

Ye Sinian raised his hand to hold Tu'er's hand with satisfaction, his gaze flicked over his ring finger, in his hand. There was a slight pause seeing the identical ring.

The ring that was bought at the bazaar and was broken by Yun Buqi has long been recast into a ring and worn by himself. This wear lasts a lifetime.

Working together for a hundred years, although the two are still full of black hair, they can't beat time.

The premonition that he was about to leave the world became stronger, a trace of unspeakable pain passed through Ye Sinian's eyes, but he did not want to show it in front of his lover.

Still wearing a wanton smile, one hand gently squeezed his disciples earlobe, Ye Sinian said: "If the world learned that the sect leader body will perishes, they might react"

Thinking of so many years shrouded in the coercion of the Demon Cult, Ye Sinian is full of joy for those in the arena who dare not speak.

In their hearts, this person who lived too long and couldn't die is really abominable, right?

The Demon Cult is no longer a pure Demon Cult. As an existence that provides all kinds of information to the people in the martial arts, the Demon Cult that everyone shouted and killed has already faintly controlled the entire rivers and lakes, and he himself has long since become the uncrowned king.

"They won't believe it anymore."

Thinking of the lover in his arms who deliberately releases the news of his own death every time, and when the rumors of the arena gets more enthusiastic, he brushes his presence in a vicious way. Yun Buqi smiles helplessly. The sadness in his eyes is getting thicker.

The atmosphere fell silent for a moment, and only the sound of waves hitting the reefs was heard in his ears. Yun Buqi tightly held his master's hand, his curly eyelashes trembled for a moment.

His eyelids were getting heavier, but Ye Sinian was unwilling to close his eyes. His eyes traced his lover's handsome face inch by inch. He showed a tired smile, his warm fingers touched his lover's eyebrows and said: "Stop..... tried being a teacher..."

Yun Buqi was embarrassed in his heart. The peach blossom eyes that used to be charming were overflowing with water. He watched the black hair which was scattered white and stained little of his master. He was heartbroken, almost suffocated.

His lover's depressed choking sounded in his ears, Ye Sinian raised his arm around his neck with difficulty, "Don't cry..."

The sadness in Yun Buqi's eyes turned into substance, he held his arms tightly. His lover whose voice was getting lower and lower, his voice choked: "Si Nian..."