Quick Transmigration: Straight Man Fails Again

Du Zi really abandoned the former between the lover and the righteous way. After qingluan was pierced by ten thousand swords, the demon pill in his body was almost broken.

"Du Zizhen, do you really want to negate me?" On the top of the south peak, a further step forward is the cliff.

The demon xiuqingluan, dressed in white but stained with blood all over, stood up with his rickety body. He did not want to be the dog lying on the ground, listening to the road in the mouth of those so-called decent people.

His eyes were full of scorn and ridicule, and his eyes, which were extremely gorgeous, fell lightly on Du Zi's face.

"Do you think I look like a wedding dress?" Qingluan raised his hand and wiped the blood from his lips. He laughed at the man and sighed softly, "Du Zizhen, you said you would marry me."

Qingluan Jiao laughs, he smiles, then stoops to cough, spits out a big mouthful of blood.

Du Zi looked at him coldly, and there was no extra expression on his face, "go back with me."

"Go back? Will you cut my fox skin alive? Or do you want to carve out my demon pill, hold it in person, and deliver it to the hand of the person you like? " Qingluan's face was covered with blood. He stretched out his sharp nails and gouged out the demon elixir with his own hands. The beads rolled down to the ground and covered with dust.

"If you want it, I'll give it to you."

Fox clan, in the extreme sad, shed tears are red. It's not tears, it's blood.

Qingluan in the eyes of lovers, can not see a trace of heartache, he suddenly feel boring.

His pride, his self-esteem, his love, everything to Du Zizhen.

But in the end, all he got was a stand in.

Qingluan felt very tired. He wanted to have a good sleep. When he woke up, he was still the fox who didn't know what love was.

"Duzizhen, I never regret loving you..."

Qingluan jumped off the cliff, and he lost his last drop of blood.

Dark night: I have goose bumps all over my body. Your voice is too infectious.

Dark night: Zhuang Zhuang, you will be on fire! believe me!

Wang Ran stroked his chest. His eyes were moist and almost cried.

The role of qingluan is too painful. Dare to love and hate the little fox, desperate to like a person, even if death, also never abandon their pride, such a person, who can not like it?

"Mr. Lin, are you crying?" The system is stunned. It looks at the host who wipes tears on his back and chokes.

"Ah, the dust is in my eyes." Lin Jinan blinked hard, and finally ran into the bathroom and washed his eyes with water from the sink.

No good host, cheat its feelings!

The system groaned to Mr. 1 for comfort.

Lin Jinan sucks milk and looks at the mango God list.

There are more than 30 associations resident in mango, and there are seven or eight famous ones.

In the top ten rankings, the voice of healing accounted for three, of which the dark night ranked the top.

Above him, the blue demon of the second chili society.

On the mango post bar, it was revealed that blue demon and sweet and sour fish got a post together, and the comment area was full of fans who were wearing green hats in the dark night of heartache.

Lin Jinan swept around and came back. He was not very interested in other people's gossip. But it was the first God who cared.

Repair the moon?!

I don't know if it's a coincidence or if he thinks too much, he always thinks that the other party is fengxiuyue himself.