There is a fox in my house

Chapter 1633 You Are Not Human, You Are A Demon

While speaking, he flew towards Jiang Xueya.

The apricot blossom in the hand is covered with a layer of red light from the beginning to the end
Jiang Xueya was slightly taken aback, and then went up to meet her.

With an incomparably fierce aura, the short dagger cut off the apricot blossom with one blow.

Jiyue Liuyin seemed to be stunned for a moment, and quickly stretched out her palm, using the power radiating from her palm to defuse the short dagger's attack.

Jiang Xueya dodged his palm and stabbed at his chest again. His figure flashed red and disappeared in front of her eyes.

She felt that his breath was behind her, she turned around without hesitation, and then stabbed towards him with a knife.

As long as she couldn't bear it, she would think of the daughter who hadn't had time to look at her.

It's him. .It was he who brutally killed the child with his own hands.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xueya felt a surge of hatred in her heart.

The figures of the two shuttled through the apricot forest, and the apricot blossoms that remained on the branches all fell from the branches during the fight between the two.

In an instant, apricot blossoms flying all over the head, mixed with bean-sized raindrops, fell everywhere.

"Why, why did you kill our children..."

While fighting him, Jiang Xueya questioned with hatred.

"If you want to punish, just punish me. Why did you kill our child..."

"Jiyue Liuyin, you are not a human, you are a devil..."

She gritted her teeth as she spoke, and the offensive in her hand became more and more fierce.

A trace of pain flashed in Jiyue Liuyin's eyes very quickly, but he said in a mocking tone, "You are protected by those stinky Taoist priests, so it's not easy for me to kill you."

"However, if you want to kill that child, it is a matter of effort!"

"Do you want to know what that child was like before he died?"

"She was crying like something, her voice was hoarse from crying, and then she lost her breath after crying."

He seemed to be trying to stimulate her, repeating these things over and over again that would make her lose her mind.

These words successfully aroused more hatred in her.

child. .child. . .

The thought of that poor child made her blood boil.

(End of this chapter)