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Chapter 787 The Dark King’s Daily Death 33
You see, isn't this enough?Wouldn't that be great?

Don't have to think about those messy things, just need one her.

The previously irritating things in my heart seemed to have suddenly found a strange balance.

He tightened his hands and smiled even more. Looking at the slightly cloudy eyes of Yan Luo, the corners of his lips twitched slightly.

Yan Luo returned to his senses slightly, looked at the light in his eyes, lowered his eyes, and said in a very soft voice, "I like it."

'Ding—Vino blackening value -10 (40/100)'

The sound of lowering the blackening value sounded again, Yan Luo's fingers kept tightening, and the guess in his heart seemed to be confirmed.

Meow, she probably understands why the blackening value has dropped so quickly.

This person seems to be strong and domineering, but he seems to be avoiding these things.

Maybe he has already noticed his own thoughts and emotions towards her, but he remembered that she joined forces with the Pope of the Temple of Light to drive him almost to death, and added the troublesome thing of Gu Mohua.

So for those uncertain things, he simply didn't think about them, just pretending that the things with her before didn't happen.

Although it doesn't matter as long as the blackening value is lowered, there is a very serious problem with this person now, that is, the blackening value at the beginning will drop quickly because of the relationship he wants to avoid, but there is always something in his heart. There will be such depression, so no matter what she does under this situation, in the end he will definitely have a part of the blackening value that cannot be eliminated.

Thinking of this man's complex black eyes just now, Yan Luo couldn't help but feel a little headache.

"Say it again." At this time, his slightly joyful voice came over.

This time, Yan Luo's eyes flickered slightly, and he half-raised his body directly, wrapping his arms around his neck, a small smile that was originally a little indifferent in front of other people evoked a hint of a smile.

Sweet, as Vino's pupils shrank, she kept getting closer.

Finally, the soft lips touched the corners of his lips, and the voice fell into his ears lightly, "When do you want to play until, who are you and what do you want to do?"

Wei Nuo paused for a moment, and didn't let go of the hand holding Yan Luo, but let out a chuckle, with a little surprise in his eyes, the surrounding scene instantly shattered, and he said in a slightly regretful tone, "It was originally I want to get a feel for what a wedding is like."

Looking down at Yan Luo, who was originally wearing a fire-colored dress, shed her delicate makeup, her long black hair fell down, and her white dress was slightly stained with dust.

The place where the two of them were was changed back to the original stone sea, but the sky had already turned dark.

The flow of time in the illusion is different from the flow of time outside. Only a short while in the illusion, it was dark outside.

Yan Luo blinked, feeling the scorching breath falling on his lips, his very natural lips shifted slightly, the tip of his tongue protruded, and touched her soft lips, and then pressed her waist, kissing Constantly deepening.

Yan Luo's breathing became a little short, and his eyes widened, watching the disguises on this face slowly dissipate, and finally what appeared in Yan Luo's eyes was the face that Wei Nuo had in Yan Luo's memory.

(End of this chapter)