MTL - Addicted to Boundlessly Pampering You-Chapter 31

For example, Lan Shengling, even if they did not guess what they thought, they were also prepared. He has never been a person who only knows how to fight hard, but he understands that it is not martial arts but strategy. Careful observation of the situation on the altar, the open terrain, gave them enough flexibility. In addition to the huge eight-petaled snowdrops, there is really no way to escape, and all around is a piece of white, and I can’t see the bottom. It has long been known that the altar of the snowy area was built in the extremely high extinction. I didn’t notice it when I first saw it. Now I know that it is worthy of my name. In the face of such a complete lack of odds, Lan Shengling has remained calm despite his face, but his heart has begun to panic.

Isn't he blue sacred, is it really buried here today? No, he is not willing! He will never give up without going to the Jedi. Even if there is no way to escape, the gloomy eyes are staring straight at the woman who is in the snow cloud. He also wants to be buried, whether she is snow or not, as long as she is a snow woman, he can't get it, others can't think of it! Then, let the secret of Snow Maiden disappear with him, and it is also a good way! What's more, he doesn't necessarily die! Jumping down, there will be a little chance of surviving; even if there is no, there is a snow woman to give him a blue sacred funeral, it is worth it!

The eyes are crossed by the fierce light of desperation, lost this woman, they will suffer a lifetime, then, destroy together!

Secretly took out a red bead, which was given to him by the national division. The fake snow girl could make the snow lotus bloom, relying on this small bead. No one would have thought that it would seem like a sorrowful, sorrowful, desperate national teacher, but he was the initiator of the destruction of all this! He can't control their grudges, just get the snow and the goddess, other things, and what to do with him! However, they are using each other, but they can't think of planting Xue Yunge in their hands.

They are like a sly character, and they will never leave a scourge, because the new hatred is old and hate, they will never give up on him.

Looking at the Tsing Yi teenager who was entangled with him, Lan Shengling scored a shimmer in his eyes, swaying a trick and attacking his lower plate. At the moment he was defensive, his fingertips slammed into the closed eight-petaled snowdrop. In an instant, the strong glare of the silver light broke out. Several people subconsciously reached out and blocked their eyes. It was the sight of this gap. Blue Sheng Ling flew to the front of Xue Yunge, and a palm hit his chest! Snow cloud songs that were not prepared for a time, were actually beaten by the palm of your hand and spit out a blood! In fact, if it is normal, this pair of Xueyun songs is nothing. However, the blue palm of the palm of the hand, just hit the only place where the only attack, the injury and injury, will be so serious. However, even if he was injured, Xue Yunge’s hand still grips the only waist. In the eyes of the fierce glimmer of light, Lan Shengling once again slammed the chest in the snow cloud song, forcibly grabbed the only one.

The snow that responded to them in time and behind them was shocked by the moon, and the palm of the hand condensed the internal force and slammed toward the back of Lan Shengling. Lan Shengling, who had no time to escape, suffered this blow. Suddenly, a burst of blood surged and spit out blood. When the pupil is dark, Lan Shengling knows that he is not hurt and the spine is broken. I took a strong breath and caught the woman in my arms. And because the light is too strong, I don’t see the only snow in the body under the blue sacred sac, and I saw the injured snow cloud song, and my heart was murderous. Even added a palm, and blue sacred straight down the invisible bottom!

"No!"

The shouting of the heartbreaking, Xueyun song struggled to get up, but it was too late. I can only watch the blue sacred, holding the coma, the only one, disappearing into the abyss of the white, and then, can't see her figure.

The snow cloud song shouted loudly, letting the snow see the girl hidden under the blue sacred moon month by month, and gradually fell into the abyss. Responding to the snow that I did what I did, I felt a pain in my heart, and looked at my hands with utter disorientation.

What did he do, he personally killed him one by one! He holds in the palm of his hand, he loves to go crazy, he vowed to give her a happy life, even, is dead in his own hands!

The snow cloud song that was hit hard, squatting forward, leaving a long trace of blood on the ground. His body has no strength, but he has been crawling forward, and the slender palm of his hand has been worn out with blood. On the weekdays, the enchanting face is beautiful. At this moment, apart from deep despair, there is only a little hope in the bottom of my heart. I hope that she will not have anything. And the snow is on the moon, it is always sitting on the ground, looking at his hands, muttering.

"Miss!"

Can no longer maintain the indifference of Xiao Ran, sorrowful screaming, actually close to the absolute, want to jump immediately! However, God, even this desire can not satisfy him. The body that had just jumped down was actually bounced by a strange force, and fell on the altar.

At the moment, the sacred place was actually emitting a blue light, and the cracked gap was slowly closing! Realizing that this changeable three people were shocked and stunned, they wanted to jump and found that they couldn’t move at all. They didn’t have the slightest strength. Unwilling, struggling, desperate, terrified, one by one on the three horrified faces. Finally, slowly die.

Appearing at the entrance to the altar is a beautiful man with white clothes like snow and silver hair flying wildly in the air. At the moment, he has a strange smile on his face, and there is an unextinguished blue light on his hand. Looking at the solitude slowly closed, nowhere to find a gap, he released his hand and fell to the ground. With his slack, Xue Yunge, snow and moon, and Xiao Ran, the strange discovery that he might actually move. At that moment, Xiao Ran was already getting up, and the long sword pointed to the throat of the silver-haired man.

The delicate boy, the expression on his face is gloomy and cold, like Shura. A low-pitched voice, an angry pupil, seems to be bleeding!

"Open it!"

Seeing that the man did not respond, Xiao Ran kicked a force and kicked him in his abdomen. The beautiful silver-haired man hugged the wound and was kicked back a few steps, but just lying on the ground and laughing low. Looking up, the bright red blood overflowed from the corner of the mouth, but the beautiful face, but with a crazy smile.

"You die, it's useless, hahaha,,"

It was another foot. The body of the national division was hit by the iron wall on the altar. The pure white clothes had been dyed red, struggling to get up, but spit out a blood! The gloomy boy looked at him coldly and spit out the cold words.

"Open it, lift its seal, immediately! Immediately!" The storm of anger is condensing, and the teenager is calm and calm at the moment, like a raging lion at the moment.

"You, rest!"

"puff!"

Another loud noise, but the snow that wakes up from the lost soul, the cold eyes, has lost the indifference, lost calm, the bottom of the eyes, filled with madness, or crazy! Mentioning a silver-haired man who has already had a **** body, there is no focal length in the eyes of the snow. The force of the man, a punch and a punch, fell on the face of a beautiful man, did not stop.

"You still pay me one by one, and one by one!"

Blood, has already painted that beautiful face, and can no longer see clearly. The snow is like crazy every month, just the man who keeps playing underneath. Xiao Ran’s eyes were dark, and suddenly he pulled forward the snow and went to the moon, leaving a dying silver-haired man.

"Moon master, he will be killed by you. If you die, you will not find a lady. You should go to see the cloud master first, he is hurt." It is a cold language, but it seems to be full of gentleness. Like to appease a violent child. The strange thing is that the snow is really like a child, obediently got up and walked toward the snow cloud song that fell to the ground.

The sluggish eyes and the stiff movements put the snow cloud song into their arms, and the snow-seeking eyes are still wooden.

"Brother, I am killed one by one." The calm tone is like no feelings. At this moment, the snow at the moment, no matter where you look, is not like a normal person. However, he was so softly raising his big brother, and inputting his internal force into the other's body until the pale face of Xue Yunge appeared a little bloody, and then stopped, looking at the crack that had already been close. .

It’s not that I haven’t found the anomaly of the month. I know that he is unacceptable. It’s only when he is defeated by him. However, Xue Yunge has been unable to comfort him. The wound on his body made him feel painless, and the pain in his heart has already made him want to suffocate. There is no feeling of being alive, he is very calm, even if the anger of his heart has burned to the extreme, but what to do, it is already dead. When you die, you have no strength and do something else.

I don't want to ask why, they are always so short-lived. This erratic torture, they have had enough.

The cold fingers, covered with snow, the face of the month, the snow cloud song smiled slightly, but it was full of blood and suffocation. Immediately, slowly and strangely said: "Month, one by one is fine. Don't forget, one by one waiting for us, take her to Chiyu! We are going to a big valley filled with flowers, Open your eyes, the front is a pouring waterfall. Among the flowers stands the bamboo house we built, one by one in the bamboo house, waiting for us to go!"

"Yeah, let's say good, give her a surprise! One by one, I really sneaked away. Actually, we must punish her, and we must scratch her all day long." The smile, the face of the snow on the moon began to have a little look.

"Yeah, month." Get up, gloomy looking at the silver-haired man who was **** by Xiao Ran, Xue Yunge continued: "So, let's get the snowy hand first, so that the stinky emperor will not force One by one to do the **** sacrifice. One by one like Chi Yu, we also beat Chi Yu to give her a gift, do you say good?"

"Brother, this idea is good! Right, there is Haoyue, that Lan Shengling is always in the way, brother, I want to kill him, lest he look so annoying." The face is a childlike smile, snow I am happy with the opening month.

"Well, what do you like about the month? We killed all the people in the moon, so there is no afterlife, isn't it?" Into the silver-haired man, Xueyun's face is expressionless, but the tone is very gentle and replies to the snow. if. This scene seems to be very strange.

Pulling up the filthy face, the **** silver hair was scattered on the cheeks, and it looked like a wolf. Bowing, Xue Yunge slowly approaches the earlobe of Thousands of Yara, one word at a time, the voice is low and haze.

"I will, let you, live, not, like, die!"

There was a rush of footsteps, and Xue Yunge and Xiao Ran looked up and appeared in front of the two. It was a red dress like blood, and his face was pale and white. Exquisite eyebrows, glanced at the silver-haired man who was stepping on the foot of the snow cloud song, his eyes dark. Then I swept around in the surroundings, the snow that was smirking and laughing, the snowy clouds and Xiaoran, but the figure that he wanted to see. Turned around and looked at them, dumbly said: "What about her?"

Looking at him indifferently, Xue Yun sang irony: "I should call you a **** sacrifice to leave the house, or should you call you a small nine?"

His face was white, and he was anxiously opening: "She, what about the woman?"

Seeing that they didn't respond, they were so anxious and shouted: "What about her? Where is she? You tell me!"

"Who is she?" The sardonic look is fierce and fierce. "Yes, there is you! Without your ‘good heart,’ how could it become a so-called snow girl, and it will fall!”

Falling down? Grasping the last few words of Xue Yunge, whispering from the whisper, turning his eyes, but found that the sacred abyss on the altar was actually on the shackles. Is it dead woman, has it fallen from here? No, no, it means that the scourge is thousands of years, the dead woman is so bad, even if it falls, it will be fine!

It’s soft, and it’s so desperate and lonely. Why is he so painful? Dead woman, isn't he hate it? However, from this time on, there will be no more people, giving him the warmest hug and favorite kiss. No one will ever be, so simply like him, will sneak up to take care of him in the middle of the night. She gave him the most direct warmth, even if he always refused, always resisted, but never gave up, the pair of hands extended to him. A stubborn woman, she has always used her actions to express her meaning, even if she violated the orders of her favorite brother. He didn't know how to cherish it. He pushed the pair of hands that would give him warmth. He was, gave up her and even destroyed her!

I can't hear anything, and I don't care. The black man who did not know where it appeared, began the massacre in the palace, the father, has been the same as the left, ridiculously, when they died, it was actually a smile, as if to get rid of. Then, he fell into **** at this moment, and from then on, no more forgiveness can be obtained. Whether it is from their anger or their own self-blame, many things, even if they regret it, can no longer look back.

Looking at the silver-haired man who fell in a pool of blood, it is undeniable that his heart is happy. Guoshi, why are you doing this? Even if I have known that there will be such a result, even if it is hated and rejected by everyone, it will hurt her? I don't understand, I don't want to understand, but I hate you, hate your use, I will not forgive this life!

However, I hate my ignorance more, so I have to punish myself.

Slightly smile, but it is more sad than crying.

At the end of the thirty-sixth year of the snowfield Dezhao, the palace was changed at the Snow God Festival. The left side rebelled, colluding with Haoyue and Chiyu, defeated the snowy dynasty, and died in the melee with De Zhaodi. The national teacher and the **** sacrifice are missing. At the same time, there was an inexplicable force in the palace, and the chaos captured the snowy area, and became the emperor. And they are the current Yunhuang and the Moon Emperor. From then on, the snow domain officially died and changed its name to praying.

There are two emperors who prayed for this. This is a situation that has never happened in all countries for thousands of years. However, no one dares to raise objections. When the new emperor succeeded to the throne, he ordered the cancellation of the ceremonies of the snow gods. The temples and statues of the snow gods across the country were destroyed. Anyone who has opponents will annihilate the Nine! For those people who were originally the snowy people and who had been deeply impressed by the belief in Snow God, forcibly destroying their beliefs, they were initially violently resisted by many people. However, after the brutal suppression of the new emperor, no one dared to make it. The ministers of the original snow domain, all of which have been replaced one by one, the new emperor has long trained the management of talents throughout the country, assigned to pray everywhere. The military power was also owned by the two emperors, and at the beginning of the founding of the country, the selection and training of the army began. The move also aroused the vigilance of the rest of the two countries.

After praying for two years, I began to build a large building and build a palace. In the old palaces of the former palaces, there were also the temples of the national teachers and the gods, all of which were attributed to the dust. The only thing left is the altar above the main hall. However, it has been transformed by the new emperor and listed as a forbidden place.

The cold and damp dungeons, the scent of rotten bloody, came to people to smell. Down the icy ladder, in the huge cell illuminated by the night pearl, a figure that was hung from the looming. Gray-white prison clothes, already broken and messy, plus some old scars, some places have dried up to become brown purple. The person who was hung, the whole body was scarred, and the bare arms and feet were ringing out. In addition to the knife marks and whip marks, many places had already become purulent, and a stench was emitted in the air. Suddenly suspended in the air, long and messy white hair, covering the face, for a time, can not tell whether it is male or female.

The strange thing is that there is a pale green halo around the person. Not far from him, there is a gorgeous bench made of gold that is incompatible with the dungeon.

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