Black Belly Summoner: Strong on the Evil Emperor

It was that kind of anger that made him destroy the tortoise shell that he was going to give to Xiao Guaiguai in one fell swoop.

is anger.

The beautiful smile on Mo Zifei's face made people feel more and more thrilling.

But the mask did not show any words or emotions.

only--

The next second, Mo Zifei suddenly came in front of him, and his outstretched jade hand grabbed the mask's neck.

He is extremely enchanting, with a picturesque face and a graceful posture.

"Are you liking her?" Mo Zifei's words froze the whole body of the faceless mask.

"However, she only belongs to me, and no one has any qualifications except me." Mo Zifei's words were full of disdain for the world, arrogant and confident, like a king, saying that the world will only belong to him Yes, no one can attempt it, otherwise the only thing to get is destruction.

That's what Mo Zifei meant.

The mask reached out and grabbed Mo Zifei's wrist, "Not necessarily."

The mask actually said such words.

"No one can tell in the future, even if you are strong, who knows who will be stronger in the future?! And—" the mask's body became even more depressed, "You have no future!"

Mo Zi was startled.

"Who? Who are you?"

"Who am I, you already know, don't you?"

Mozi didn't want to see the face behind the mask, even if he didn't need to take off the mask, he could see it, but. . . . . .

"Pretending to be stupid?" Mo Zifei's hair suddenly fluttered.

The corners of the mouth behind the mask curved slightly, and around the two of them, flowers lingering in flames suddenly gushed out, suspended in mid-air, dazzling the two of them.

"I don't have any malice towards her. On the contrary, I was born to protect her. I am different from your existence!"

Fate?To protect her?

Mo Zifei let go of his hand.

He didn't say anything, turned around, and the black strands at the end of his hair brushed past the face of the mask.

The whole body of the mask backed up with a bang, and fell to the ground.

"I forgot to tell you, my heart is very small." Mo Zifei's last words fell when he entered the room.

Yes, his mind is very small.

Blood slowly flowed from the corner of the mouth behind the mask, and the eyes were slowly closed.

future.

abilities he was given.

his destiny.

From the fragmentary picture over there, I can see the future.

An eight-year-old girl.

Nalan Zhenyue appeared more than ten years later.

Bright smile.

Those fragmentary pictures did not stop.

A man with light hair and a peerless elegance.

The blood-stained heaven and earth, and the singing voice in the picture seem to be telling the ancient and mysterious past.

The past is not something he can explore, the only thing he can be sure of is his destiny.

From birth, babbling, until now, the guidance of fate is only because of her.

The mask stood up slowly, looked at the closed door, turned around, and left——

As for Mo Zifei in the room, his hands were propped on the table, his hair was pouring down, and the blood on the corner of his mouth fell drop by drop, dyed red, blooming like plum blossoms in winter.

"How to solve these two?" Jin Jin asked, although he was asking this, but his gaze fell firmly on Nalan Zhenyue's face.

"Solve it however you want." Nalan Zhenyue replied.

"No!" At this moment, Mei Yantian suddenly said.

"What?" Nalan Zhenyue asked.

"Xiao Zhenyue, don't forget that she is the prince of the Bingjialuo Empire!" The fat man ran out tremblingly.