The Anarchic Consort

As the boy’s voice fell, there was a loud noise!

The black snake entangled in the squad of Gregory does not know where the power coming from is blown apart!

The **** fog is filled, and the footsteps of 哒, 哒, 哒 are passed over...

The two grievances stiffened their movements and slowly turned their heads back.

I saw the black boots rhythmically pounding the ground, the wind blowing in all directions, the black robes of the hundred miles, and he stood there, the tall, cold, with evil taste, filled with thick Black smoke.

The grievances looked at him, and the brown eyes were slowly widened, as if they had seen something incredible, and the face was full of surprises.

He had a light, thin lip and wanted to talk, but he found that the throat was dry and there was no sound at all.

I can only watch the Bailijiajue, and the closer I am, the closer I am...

Time is like static.

The footsteps of the Bailijiajue stopped in front of the two grievances. The slender legs looked more straight and powerful from this angle. The angular side face was crystal clear and pale, and it was extremely evil. He is indifferent, and he has more flavors that he can't tell.

"The temple, Your Highness..." The faces of the wraiths suddenly changed, reaching out to the clothes on the chest, lying on the ground in pain, and the subsidy gasped.

Brigadier reached out and smashed one of the grievances. The smile was like a smile. "This room will give you a last chance. Come and tell me, where did you put her?"

"At, in the middle of the river..." The boy’s original white face now looks more purple.

Another grievance is stunned by the whole person. I am afraid that the Baili Jiajue will hurt his brother and hold a small face: "His Royal Highness, it is not our business. We are just making a contract with people. I didn't expect that. It will be your prey."

"Who is your name?" When Bailijiajue coveted, the bottom of the eye was red and flashing. Then, with his left hand raised, he threw the grievances on his hand and recovered in the sound of the ghosts around him. Lazy laughter, his body is blood, even his face is spotted red, at this time, he looks like the overlord who controls the darkness, less the indifferent once, but the beautiful heart shock!

The two grievances stood in line, dare not speak again, only watching the man walk into the deepest night.

It is clearly the most evil demon under the sun, but tired of God's high posture, with a holy face, a gesture of absurdity, deceiving all the world.

Whether it is a demon or a demon, he is full of innate worship.

This man, once stood on the top of the nine heavens, the Buddha illuminates the body, and the magic demon embraces.

The Buddha asked him what he wanted to do.

He said: "I want this day, I can't cover my eyes again.

If you want this place, you can’t bury my heart.

I want to understand this sentient being,

Want the Buddhas to vanish! ”

Nothing wrong!

That is their king!

But why, watching the king looks like they don’t know them!

Also, hasn't the king disappeared?

How can it become a human?

Moreover, in his body, they clearly felt the uncertainty of the devil.

What exactly is going on?

The two grievances glanced at each other, and they all had deep doubts in their eyes.

After that war, the exorcist used his own flesh and blood to form a seal.

They escaped because they were born with resentment.

The soul of the king was divided into pieces and fell into the human world. The body disappeared forever. No one knows where he went. No matter who is a man or a demon, he thought he had already died...

From the beginning, that person planned to come back.

In a gesture that no one can imagine... rebirth!

Oops...

As the steps of the Bailijiao came, the mist that permeated the night was like a broken glass, cracking the lines of the mark.

A deep step in the vaguely appeared in the middle of the river, with torches around the steps, burning blue flames.

The little man who guarded the fire of resentment, the round scorpion was incredibly big, and the pupil swayed back and forth: "Master, is this breath his?"

The magical Warcraft has no stability for the little ones. The unknown pressure makes the blood boil. The claws are like losing their control. They are shaking and tremble, and they can’t stand upright anymore. Command it and let it squat!

The man in white raised his face, and his eyes crossed a trace of strangeness. The water rippled in the water, reflecting his darkness like the old well, gentle and elegant, but extremely dangerous: "He is still alive!" The little man looked at the past: "Time? How much worse?"

"It's very fast." The little man dropped a grievance from the torch.

The more the flame burned, the more it spread, and it spread slowly around the coffin, wrapping the whole person in Helen Weiwei!

The man smiled, biting his finger and feeding the blood into the mouth of Helen Vivi, his eyes full of pets.

"This time, even if that person appears, it can't change anything. You can't replace the Phoenix girl. Go back to the place that belonged to you early, Helen Weiwei."

boom!

Blue fire is burning!

Helen Weiwei, who came back from Hell, finally had a feeling, but the feeling was the pain of burning the skin. She couldn’t fit into the body, she would be burned and burned, and she would feel like she was in hell. Generally difficult.

She watched as she watched, and another Helen Vivi came out of the lake and stepped closer to the body...

However, she did not have the strength to move, except for the shadow, it was a sea of ​​fire.

Her soul seems to have no consciousness, and she does not know where it is.

It is said that before the death, people will see the silhouette of their past lives.

What she saw was the little boy who stood alone in the Jiuzhong Palace.

He was only abused by the palace people to eat and spoil the rough food. Even his mother, who was incomparable in front of the man, was not favored. He regarded him as a punching bag, called him to his side, and tied a silver needle with a root.

The cold blood flowed out of his fingers. He just leaned on the wooden door, and his long hair dyed the ink as night, and he was scattered on his back, making him look like a lonely elf.

He hangs his voice, with a faint smile in his self-deprecating tone: "It's stupid, knowing what the result is, but still so naive."

When talking, the boy's black hair surged, covering the **** glamorous embarrassment.

She stood in front of him, after all, it was distressed and could not help, and wanted to reach out and hug him.

But he was surprised to find that he actually penetrated his body...