Quick Wear: The yandere boss held me in his arms and kissed me

Chapter 379 The Patron Saint of the Empire 58
"What I said is all, really. Also... And, I, I can take care of myself. You... You, hurry up."

The situation is more urgent now. Hearing that Costa said that he is fine and that he does not seem to be injured, Jinqian immediately stood up and rushed to the Silver Moon Palace in a panic.

"Wang, if you are afraid, try to hide as much as possible. If you want to run, run to the west!"

Jinqian didn't know what Xiao Hemin was going to do, but if it was that lunatic, he could do anything.

frenzied.

After Jinqian left, Costa stood up with difficulty, then dragged his body, and squirmed out of the hall.

The main hall is on a high place, from here one can clearly see Lan Jing's tragic appearance at the moment.

The building has been destroyed, the flag representing the honor of Sri Rand has become tattered on it, and the logo of the Imperial Palace is crumbling, and it is unknown when it will fall.

There is no living person underneath, and the dead bodies are covered one by one.

At this moment, Sri Rand is shrouded in greed, fear and death, like hell on earth.

Costa hid quickly, there was no fatal injury on his body, and all organs were functioning normally.But when he saw Lan Jing's current appearance, he received a huge shock.

Clutching his heart and trying to breathe, he couldn't breathe well.

It was as if those dead people had reappeared, covering his eyes and nose, and there was darkness in front of him.

Costa was scared, he was so scared.

He couldn't believe that it was just his own temporary bravado that brought about the demise of Sri Rand.

Who should take the responsibility?
How will the people of later generations call and record him?
Faint king?loser?
boom! ——

There was a moderate gunshot in the silent hall.

It's Costa.

He stuck the gun straight into his mouth, then raised his head, and pulled the trigger with regret.

With the fall of the imperial capital, the emperor of Sri Rand also perished.

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Jinqian had already walked a long way when the gunshot rang out, and even if she noticed it, she thought it was her auditory hallucination.

Jinqian quickly hid in the back door of Silver Moon Palace.She has sneaked here many times, so she is very familiar with the paths inside.

Twenty minutes passed, and she searched many places, but she still couldn't find Jinli.Only twos and threes of Wisland soldiers were patrolling.

So she took advantage of the opportunity to wipe off the necks of several people.

After another 10 minutes, she found out that the number of Vislen soldiers gradually increased as she walked inside... and there was only one place inside that Jinqian was very concerned about.

Artificial flower field.

Jin took a deep breath, and then cut off her long silver hair that got in the way without hesitation.

Her hair was like cut soft satin, falling silkily to the ground.

Jinqian stepped through her hair, rushed towards the center of the Vislan soldiers gathered outside the flower field step by step, and then swung her sword vigorously.

When the sword is broken, use the gun, if the ammunition of the gun is broken, use the dagger, if the dagger is broken, use the hand...

As long as this hateful intruder can be paid in blood, it doesn't matter what he uses.

Among the Wyslan soldiers who came to support continuously, Jinqian was like a dancing silver butterfly, accompanied by all weapons, and with Wyslan's blood as the background, she quickly slashed and slashed.

One, two, three, four...

The blood on the ground splashed into small waves under the repeated trampling, like red demon flowers blooming in a pool of blood.

Wherever Jinqian went, there were corpses of the Visland army. Although there was only one person, it reached all their support troops.

What a terrifying physical strength, what a terrifying spirit...

She kept waving the blade, and even though she had a lot of scars on her body, she didn't see it at all, as if she didn't feel pain.

(End of this chapter)