The Evil King Xun Fei: Don't mess with the femme fatale

With a icy smile in her heart, Lin Qingran seemed to hear the sound of the building of reason collapsing. She smiled and said to herself: Lin Qingran, you are weird, admit it, you love him, past and present, you loved him The best man has always been him.

The obstacles of ethics and reason, the barriers of reason, and beyond life and death, can see one's own heart clearly.

Fortunately, looking back suddenly, the man was in a dimly lit place.

She stretched out her hand and patted on the stone gate to stop her flying tendency, Lin Qingran had tears in her eyes, but she was smiling, the clouds all over the sky seemed to be watching the smiling girl on the ground, she shrank her head slightly, Return to the silent and cold mausoleum.

With a loud bang, the moment Lin Qingran retreated, the heavy stone door fell, cutting off the only way of life.

The most poignant and romantic ending has been fulfilled-death in the same hole!

Hearing the sound of Shimen falling with a bang, Yun Zheng's heart trembled. His Royal Highness King Yun, who has always been fearless and victorious in all battles, cowardly dared not look at Shimen this time.

The door was closed, and he would never see her again. He thought that this time, it would be different. God would fulfill his humble wish, but he was disappointed again.

The beginning was different, the process was different, but the result remained the same. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hold her hand until he was old.

To hold his son's hand and grow old together with him is just another extravagant wish for him.

Once again, he was separated from her forever.

It was just a stone gate, but it was already boundless between life and death, and he could no longer see the sun in his gloomy life.

The world was desolate and empty, and he returned to this once hated place, the blood in his whole body seemed to be frozen, except for the cold, it was despair.

Xiaoran, I am destined to be abandoned by God, even if there is an occasional light, it is just a phantom at the time of destruction.

But, even so, I have never regretted it, because you are the only light source in my life, the sun that illuminates my dark life.Now that my sun is gone, let him slaughter these culprits and bury his broken heart with him.

Yun Zheng smiled coldly, and the last softness in his heart was ruthlessly shattered by fate.

His eyes were instantly bloodshot, he untied his belt, raised it, and a silver sword flew out. With a cry of fury, he rushed at the man in black with absolute blood and ruthlessness, and destruction and killing appeared in his eyes.

"Aren't you going to die with me? Well, I'll fulfill you!"

Everyone in the world said that King Yun's medical skills are superior to those of others, that he is unparalleled in the world, but few people know that King Yun's swordsmanship is also superb, and there are few opponents.

In this life, these bastards died under his Yin Xiao sword, and they deserved to die.

The silhouette of the figure was erratic, the sharp sword was icy, and between every movement and retreat, a human life fell. The man in black, who was still rampant just now, turned into a paper man in a blink of an eye, completely vulnerable to a single blow.

Yun Zheng has completely fallen into madness, he doesn't care about his attacks, he only has one thought - he wants to tear these bastards into pieces.

His Royal Highness Yun Wang has always been elegant, gentle, elegant and luxurious, but at this moment, he is a different person, with ferocious blood-red eyes, a cold face without a trace of warmth, broken limbs that are constantly flying, and blood scattered everywhere, like The drizzle was mixed with hail.

The body is broken into thousands of pieces, and there is absolutely no lie.

The brilliant king finally could no longer restrain the anger in his heart. Wherever Yunzheng's sharp sword went, the original shape of the corpse could hardly be seen, and the blood was brewing, full of bloody smell.

Today, he also slaughtered so recklessly and recklessly, using fresh and tender souls as sacrifices under his rage.