The figure is not great, or even fragile, but it bears endless thunder, blocking in front of Biyao, never back half a step.

Whoop!

The thunder rifle pierced the chest of the figure and passed through, causing the figure to tremble violently. Blood gushed out like a spring and dyed the clothes of Biyao red.

Someone in the place, all dull, raised his head, looked at the slowly falling figure, eyes flashing, it was full of tears, dripping down.

"Snow Sister!"

Biyao's voice was trembling. She reached out her hands and held the figure in her arms. The red blood flowed out continuously, making the beautiful face so pale.

"Why?...