Apocalyptic Forecast

No pig heads, no elephant legs.

Even if I was cheated into this kind of ghost place, I was forced to watch others transform!

Huaixi felt hurt.

If it was an ordinary person, Huai Shi had already scratched his dog's brain, but after carefully reviewing the frost father in front of him, Huai Shi still decided to talk to him calmly.

"I said ... can't you really let me go?"

"Sorry, no way." Vladimir shook his head, and the old voice overlapped with him: "If it's a catch, let's talk about cooking, as long as you don't try to leave ..."

"It seems that there is no more talk?" Huai Shi sighed.

"There is no way, after all, I received money."

Vladimir sighed and raised his hand. In his hands, the bright light of gold emerged as a handle, and then a slender and sharp saber extended from the handle.

"and many more!"

Huaishi suddenly raised her hand and gritted her teeth. "How much did your employer give you? I will double it!"

Vladimir was stunned and ecstatic.

"Really? Oops, it's so good, if I can, I don't want to kill Miss Huai Paper!" He smiled and said: "Thirty million dollars, doubled to two hundred and sixty million. Such words , I can also refund 30 million more to the boss as a penalty ... "

"..."

Huai Shi's smile gradually stiffened.

Soon, helplessly lowered his eyes.

Two hundred and sixty million?

Huai Shi squeezed a squeeze of 20 million to choke!

Moreover, Amber ’s smelly sister ’s money has not yet arrived! Where did you get so much money to hire this guy to work! Is it not fragrant for me to buy a fighter plane with this money!

"Forget it." He interrupted Vladimir's words, and then raised the blade of resentment.

"You still kill me—"

Or, I killed you!

In the blink of an eye, the fiery flame, not inferior to frost color, rose from the body of the nostalgic paper child!

At the moment when the hand of the forbidden started, the fire of the forging furnace burst out, continuously pulling the blood that was free in the air, and it was running like an engine.

Young Master's divinity emerged from the darkness of the Bone Sanctuary.

At that moment, against the darkness and fierce flames, Miss Huai's mouth twitched, mocking and smiling.

Ashamed ... He is at home here!

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In the huge glazed palace, countless **** colors surged between the walls.

In this magical realm, everything is continually exuding irresistible negative sources, eroding everything.

The moment Amber reacted, he subconsciously grabbed his side.

Grabbed an empty space.

Zhenxi, who was close at hand, has disappeared, I do n’t know where I was thrown ...

Was put together!

The guy who has been quiet for a long time, the dog jumped the wall!

But at this time ... In the meeting between Zhengping Ping and Jinxi in the kitchen demon, no one is prepared and prepared for the knot.

If you think about it in a bad place, your eldest brother who has been studying for many years ... is already on the side of Jiu Jing!

In the silence, a clear voice suddenly came.

Ringtone of the phone.

Right in the middle of the palace.

Suddenly, a dark green old telephone booth appeared. In the narrow space inside, a hanging phone was constantly ringing whether it was harsh or crisp.

Constantly ringing.

Full of patience.

Until Amber pushed open the door, reached out, took off the microphone, and leaned into his ear.

"Which one?"

Amber asked indifferently: "Let me guess ... Is it my elder brother, Mr. Zhengping?"

"Long time no see, Amber."

The low, hoarse male voice on the phone responded: "It's me."

"Can you tell me, what did you do?" Amber asked in a cold voice: "Dafa told me kindly, what role did my elder brother play in the act of destroying the family?"

"Me? I didn't do anything."

On the other end of the phone, the middle-aged man who wiped his hands in front of the sink raised his head, looked at himself in the mirror, and told her seriously: "I just chose, not playing any role."

"So, you want to tell me you are innocent?"

Amber sneered: "You have been like this since childhood. Brother Zhengping has never played with himself. He never speaks on his own initiative. He will always push the boat down the river and never show himself ... Why, after you plan to become a house owner in the future, you will be the same Faceless? "

"I don't have that plan."

Limi Masahira shook his head, "As a member of Limi's family, I temporarily mixed my hands, but this does not mean that I am interested in the position of being the Lord."

He said, "The reason I came back was just to make a break ..."

"The presence of Li Jianjia, no matter how dazzling it may seem, is nothing but a restraint to me. From this point of view, I stand on the side of Jiu Jing. I sincerely hope that this well-deserved prison cage can Was completely destroyed. "

In the silence, I saw Zhengping sighing softly: Amber, I thought you would be the same as me, and your talents were even above me. Unfortunately, the shadow left by your uncle is far greater than I thought. If the house does not exist, you may be able to do more ... at least far more freedom than now. "

"There is nothing in this world that is closer to a lie than freedom, brother, you should save yourself." Amber chuckled and responded: "If you intend to do this, then you must not bother to have anything to do with seeing your family in here. ? "

"Although it is a bit unforgiving, I hope so. After leaving the family, my life was smooth and smooth. Amber, not every fish wants to live in the ocean imagined by others."

Li Jianzheng said goodbye to regret: "Since today, Li Jianjia has nothing to do with me. I am Xie Liosa, Xie Liosa Satomi, nothing more."

"If there is any other purpose besides this, it is to hope that you will also be free."

Before hanging up the phone, he sincerely said: "Even if you disdain this, this is the last blessing of the oldest brother to you."

He said, "Goodbye, Amber."

"No, it's just to say goodbye."

Amber corrected indifferently: "Just run away like this, coward, congratulations, you are free."

Communication is cut off.

The middle-aged man in front of the mirror finally unscrewed the faucet valve, then straightened his tie, turned around and walked out of the toilet to the meeting room.

The secretary looked up and realized that he was calm, slightly stunned.

"What's wrong?" He asked doubtfully.

"I can't tell, I always feel different." The secretary asked curiously: "What's going on, Mr. Xie Liaosha?"

"... Yeah, it feels fresh."

The man named Xie Liaosha smiled softly, raised his eyes, and looked at the officials of the Ministry of Economy, Trade and Industry: "Speaking of this, I have a new proposal for the Yingzhou crude oil import plan in the second half of the year ... "

The meeting continued, but it had nothing to do with the meeting.

This is the story of Xie Liaosha.

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After hanging up the phone, Liuli Palace replied to a silence.

There was no sound other than the painful wailing and groaning of Bliss in the distance.

The phone booth slowly dissipated as a phantom.

And after the interference from the seeing of Jong Ping disappeared, those permeable blood lights diffused toward Amber ... The surging eight evils penetrated into the bone marrow a little bit.

Immediately, it hit another invisible barrier and disappeared.

Only the ancient mirror in his arms gave a faint sense of warmth.

You don't need to take it out, amber can guess. The bronze mirror made from ancient fragments is shimmering. Continuously extracting the evil thoughts that invaded her soul, maintaining her sobriety.

This is the parting gift that Xuanniao gave her.

There is an ancient mirror in the Afang Palace, which can be used to see patients with five internal organs. Women who have evil hearts, look at it with this mirror, you can see the heart brave ... Qin Huang killed it.

With the mirror as a mirror, she is always conscious of her consciousness, allowing her to maintain the most basic peace and tranquility.

Otherwise, she may have fallen into a madness now.

It's just that sending this kind of thing before you leave ... The old man of Xuan Niao is an unexpected disgust.

On the afternoon of the day he walked into Xuan Niao's office, the old man who was eager to go home and watch TV with his grandson gave her two options.

"There is a saying, called Yi Di into Dong Xia, then Dong Xia Zhi ... To be honest, the Social Security Bureau does not care about your previous identity, you can stay, this is not a job specifically assigned to you. However, no matter where If you want to have a place that can be called home, you should first feel tranquility. "

"So, Amber, wherever you can find your peace, you can go where—" The old man who ate sunflower seeds under the sunset told him calmly: "Your decision, I will not force it."

The next day, after receiving Amber's reply, he was not surprised, but gave it to her.

"The sacred mark of" Pan Ruo "was originally a crystallization of evil, eating away resentment. If you can't control resentment, then resentment will devour you."

"There is hatred in your heart, even if you have not taken the initiative to hate anything, Amber, if you can't let go of this obsession, your life will not be free from the haze of the past."

"--So, see Amber, are you really ready?"

"... Hate?"

She lowered her head and stared at the grimacing self in the gallbladder mirror. Numerous black plumes rose, and a grisly illusion interwoven on her face.

I can no longer see the girl's good looks.

Perhaps that is the real her.

I have been devoured by Banjo's hatred ...

For so many years, nothing has progressed, perhaps, she has already fallen into the magic path.

Lost in a huge vortex of hatred, but it can not be freely vented, can not be truly transformed into a demon ... No freedom to hate, nor the right to hate.

"It's ridiculous, Amber."

She laughed at herself, listening to the low footsteps coming from afar, so long gone, so familiar.

Until the door burst open.

The majestic glazed armor appeared in his demonized realm, and after the grisly faceplate, there was only a ray of blood and violent burning. The remnants of the past immersed in evil thoughts roared in pain.

"■■■ —— !!!"

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But before pulling the sword, what should I say?

In the silence, the girl's eyes dropped.

"た だ い ま ， お 父 様 ……"

I am back, father.

See you for so long ... are you okay?

The response to her was a roar and roar overflowing with chaos, no one's words remained, and there was no intention to talk.

There is no cordial greeting from "Welcome back", only the murderous intention.

The greasy armor draws the sword, and the sword of the Vajra, which is blazed with blood, lifts up, points at her face, and cuts!

"—— ■■■■■■ !!!"