Overlord, Love Me Tender

Chapter 1221 Di Mo Xuan is angry

In the hearts of the masses, there was a surge of tides that drove them and wanted to do something.

However, they did not move.

They are both mysterious and have their own weapons.

I really understand the mood of the night when it falls.

Breaking the life weapon of a mysterious person is equivalent to breaking the life of the mysterious person.

His own weapon of life was broken in his own hands.

As the owner of this weapon, I want to find my own weapon.

Don't rely on anyone.

The onlookers remembered the words of Nan Gonglin.

In the heart of the class of the Shenxuan Academy of God, this first beauty called Zi Qianqian, has a resentful feeling.

But it is just a game.

Purple Thousands has always been aggressive, and he also uses the Heavenly Scepter to defeat the night.

Even broke the weapon of the night.

Really over-the-counter...

It is purple and thousands!

The onlookers looked at the rumors in the stone, and the white hands were stained with blood, and the emotions of admiration were not seen in the eyes.

Even people who didn't like the night before, there was a feeling of empathy, and the eyes that looked at the night were softer.

All of this, the night was clear and unrecognizable, and did not want to pay attention.

She looked red and rummaged through the corners of every stone.

The mysterious gas in the hand, one palm and one palm, smashed the fine stones and did not let go of any gaps.

Flame fan...

Always thought that guarding her fanhead.

But it was broken in her hands.

The night is clear and close to the pink lips, speeding up the speed in the hands.

One hand is about to open the stone in front of it.

Not yet stretched out, I saw a pair of slender long legs in front of me, white swaying, some dazzling.

The night was clear and stunned, and there was a pair of peach blossoms with anger.

He held out a hand to her, and the face of the glory was gloomy: "Get up."

"A..." The Xuanzi has not yet been exported, and the sound of the nightfall has come to an abrupt end.

Her hands were covered by two warm palms.

When the body is light, people are forcibly picked up.

"Yes, I am sorry..." The night falls and the eyes are slightly moist.

The man's hand gently touched the wound on her hand, bringing a cool touch.

The place where he was swept, the feeling of pain gradually disappeared.

"Do you know what is wrong?" He lowered his voice, magnetic and low.

The night was falling lower and the lower lip was slightly bitten: "I didn't take care of the fan fan, it was you..."

"Wrong." The man interrupted her words, and the voice became colder. "Go back with me."

This is the first time that Emperor Mo Xuan used such a tone to talk to her.

The night is clear and the eyes are red, and there is a feeling of tears in the eyes.

She is not a crying woman.

More precisely, she never sheds a tear.

Even if you are tired again, even if you face death.

She won't cry.

Tears are a symbol of the weak.

but……

At this time, the fan of the fan is broken, her heart is suddenly empty.

The feeling of being empty makes her complex.

The attitude of Emperor Mo Xuan makes the complex emotions in her heart more and more magnified.

Suddenly there was an urge to cry.

Emperor Mo Xuan quietly stared at the night and saw it for a long while.

Although the night fell and lowered his head, the hair that was blown away by the wind revealed the red eyes.

His heart seemed to be smashed by a slap.

Daddy, something has softened.

For a long time, Emperor Xu Xuan sighed a little, and reached for the night's shoulders, whispered: "Leave me here first."

(End of this chapter)