The Two-Faced Venerate Emperor

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She is so painful by herself, the baby is dead, her life beliefs are gone, and that is what he wants to apologize for, why will she forgive him?

Jimo Ya, a curved eyebrow like a distant mountain, like a splash of ink, freehand, complex look, with forbearance, and with pets.

Taking a deep breath, he tried to ease the emotions of Xiaoyan. "Xiaoyan, baby actually-"

If you haven't finished talking, you will be interrupted by the illusion: "Stop! Stop! Don't mention the baby! You are not qualified to mention him! You are also the murderer, the accomplice, the executioner! You killed our children! You killed him..."

At the end of the day, the voice choked and fell.

Jimo is in his eyes, and his heart hurts. "Sorry, Xiaoyan, everything is my fault..."

This girl is still in the dominance of the magic, telling her too much, she can't listen.

Do not dare to stimulate her, let her deep into the body, find a way to expel the magic of her body.

At this moment, the illusion suddenly giggled, his eyes were strange, his mouth was filled with a sweet smile, and his fingertips were pointed at him, indicating that he was close to some.

Although Mou Ya knows that this illusion has been controlled by the magic gas, the mind is somewhat unclear, but she can see her laughing at her like this, and the swaying fingers, as if the devil, step forward, one knee Half a squat on the edge of the bed, looking at her tenderly.

The illusion turned into the ear of Jimo, a familiar fragrant scent came to her face, her ear exhaled the heat, sprayed on the earlobe, crisp and numb, so that the body of Jimo is a stiff.

There is no feeling in the illusion, only the whispering, with a very malicious mouth: "Is it very sad? Is it a pain in my heart? Is it painful to breathe? Remember, I was so painful at the beginning. It hurts ten times more than this, a hundred times, thousands of times!"

Jimo is silent.

The illusion of the face, but stick out the tongue, gently licked the earlobe of the ink, the breath fluttered on the neck, stirred a goose bump.

Jimo couldn't help but tremble, and both hands clasped the bed, and leaned against the neck and couldn't see his look.

The illusion of the fascination seems to have found the New World in general, smirking, and one hand slowly climbs up the waist of Jimo.

The action is intimate, but the words spoken in the mouth are like swords. They are full of venom: "I can kill the hundred miles of purple, kill Murong, and also destroy Murong's family to avenge the baby, but I can't kill. You, I can't bear you, that is, you are very happy?"

The feeling of numbness, flowing along the spine, but this can not compare with the illusion of the face of this sentence can not bear you, so that the end of the ink.

Jimo Ya body moves, stretched his hand and stunned his face, gently holding her face: "Xiaoyan, I know, you can't bear me, you only have me right? So, don't marry Shangqiu, good or not?"

The illusion is now almost half red, half black and half red, extraordinarily weird, but the smile on the face is very sweet: "Yeah, I can't bear to kill you! You are my favorite man after all! So I will give you I have prepared a big gift! I want to marry another man, let go of you! Do you say that I am good to you? Do you really love you?"

That is, Moya can bear again, and then hey, when he hears this, he can’t stand it anymore. What is it because he marries another man or because he loves himself most?

I don't think about it! In this life, the next life, eternal life forever, Xiaoyan can only be his own!