Anti-Quick Transmigration System: Black-bellied male god, please take the move!

Chapter 847 The Reshuffled World 3
Su Mo's beating heart calmed down little by little, and she looked over his shoulder blankly, not knowing where to look.

"You must be curious, you risked your life, why all this happened in the end."

She finally turned her eyes and looked at him blankly: "Why?"

"Because this is fate." He lowered his eyes and looked at the person in his arms: "After going round and round, you finally came back to me."

"Why?" She suddenly pushed him away, staring angrily: "Obviously everything has changed, and I also made him hate me according to Mu Zhuo's arrangement, why did he die in the end?!"

"Yeah, he still lost, so what if he ruined Stiso? In the end, even if Stiso was destroyed, it was in my hands, and you... returned to me."

"Are you crazy?" Su Mo looked at him in disbelief, and followed his gaze to the display screen behind him——

She couldn't help taking a breath: "What are you doing?!"

Seeing the battle situation on the conversion screen, the Third Fleet almost revealed itself to attack the battleship rushing towards the place in wave after wave!

"Why are you panicking?" He sat down on the seat again nonchalantly, and pulled her into his arms. Then he looked at the display screen nonchalantly: "Even if Stesuo wants to die, it won't be at this moment. "

Su Mo's eyes were fixed on those screens. This kind of fighting could almost be defined as dying together.If he didn't want Stiso to die with the invaders, then...

"Do you want to..."

"Yes." His arm was locked around her waist: "Now that the person who is an eyesore is dead, it's time to clean up the internal troubles."

Su Mo gritted her teeth.

Would Mu Zhuo have imagined that the end result of his ten-thousand-year plan was that the two of them had to fight each other to the death before they thought of such an "internal trouble".

But before Mu Shen finished speaking, a sharp knife was already on his neck.

He lowered his eyes to look at the woman who was staring at him sharply, and actually pulled a doting smile that she had never seen on his face.

But when he opened his mouth, it was Lingchi's blade.

"My princess, you forgot, I was never the one who killed him."

As soon as she tightened the blade, slight traces of blood oozed from his plain white neck, which he raised in contentment.

Her eyes were bright, as if she had made up her mind to drag him to hell with him even if they both died together.

But he simply held the handle of the knife, getting closer to his neck, and the hot blood dripped down with his movements.

"My princess, when I deliver this knife to your hands, I put my life into your hands. Naturally, I don't care when you take it away, just like... that person. "

He looked at the despair in her eyes with satisfaction, stretched out his hand to rub her hair, and completely broke off the knife in her hand.

"Good boy, it's over."

He reached out and hugged her again, throwing the knife aside casually.

"I will always be by your side."

Su Mo turned to look at him. Although she didn't push him away, her eyes were dull: "I don't believe he is dead."

"Don't believe it?" Mu Shen's eyes were full of obvious anger.

"You killed him, and his blood flowed on that knife." He said as he squeezed her hand, his movements were as gentle as the most patient lover: "Have you forgotten? What did he say to you in the end?" ? He must be very happy to die at the hands of the woman he loves."

(End of this chapter)