The Little Midnight Bride

It was he who failed to protect Xiaoxi well, and she died a miserable death. \%>_<%_original_creation%>_<%\

That well-behaved, obedient, cute, and sweet girl like a kitten, that little pet that he held in his hands and cared for, will never smile at him again at this moment, never rub his face against his chest, and never again Nor would he show two cute little dimples and call him "Xi..." pitifully.

Lin Xi hadn't closed her eyes for a few days, she looked very decadent, her beard hadn't been shaved for a few days, and it covered half of her cheeks.

He just quietly accompanied his little pet, she was very afraid of the dark, he wanted to be with her all the time, so that she would not be afraid.

"Who?! Who the hell did it!" [

Ziya's heart is no less cherished than Lin Xi's, his cousin is so cute and pitiful.

What he had been worried about was that she would mutate into a terrifying creature in the future, but he never expected that her ending would be so miserable!

Who is it that is so inhumane? Who is it that killed his Xiaoxi?

"Strict! Emperor!" Lin Xi squeezed out these two words through his teeth, almost gnashing his teeth: "I will not let him go, this enmity is irreconcilable!"

A seed of hatred was planted in Ziya's heart at the same time, and it quickly took root and sprouted.

His eyes were scarlet: "It's him again!"

Emperor Yan, this revenge, he wants him to pay back ten times!

His belief in this life is An Xiaoxi.

Now that An Xiaoxi is no longer alive, what the hell is he still continuing to study?

Ziya swore that he would get back the pain that Emperor Yan put on him, one stroke at a time.

He also wanted Emperor Yan to taste what it was like to lose the person he loved the most.

It rained again outside the house, overwhelming the city.

Two equally sad and angry men, one on the left and one on the right, stood quietly beside the crystal coffin, slowly, slowly closing the lid bit by bit.

Three days later, on the cemetery, Lin Xi squatted in front of the tombstone, reaching out to caress the photo of An Xiaoxi with a smiling face.

A tear slid down the cheek and sank into the soil. The pain of losing a loved one took root in the soil and expanded infinitely.

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"Hello, is this Mr. Luo?"

Sai Luo was packing his things in the hotel room, while Yan Feng kept urging him outside.

He held the mobile phone and returned the call casually: "Who is it?" [

"You don't need to know who I am." The other party smiled evilly, paused, and continued: "However, Mr. Luo will definitely be interested in what I want to say."