"... old man, aren't you the ancestor of all kinds of dog blood-brain dramas in the middle and modern world for 5,000 years?"Aren’t all the stories of the world you make up?”

“Cough!Well, according to my past experience of writing dog (sheng) blood (si) small (bu), this time it was 100% successful!”

"However, this 100% success is based on both men and women have real feelings ah, if one of them has no feelings, then it is still not ah!"What if the old zombies really have no real feelings for the little ten?”

“It is impossible.”The king suddenly sweated.

All the king of hell sweats collectively, even the puppies at your feet can't help but sweat...

For the unscrupulous zombie, who can say?

"It doesn't matter, try it again anyway, if it's true love, you can test it all at once."As soon as Yan Luo gritted his teeth, he stood up, and his hand gradually changed a bow and arrow made of black gold.

Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

An arrow in the heart!

The little ten halls looked at each other and fell down.

The king wiped a tear, drew back in the corner, and said to the brothers: "After the next ten questions, you must not provide me!"

The little eight city king comforted him and said, “No, brother, what are you afraid of?”Anyway, it's just a fake death to test the old zombies, and if the little ten wakes up, she won't blame you."

The king of hell cried, “He’s really dead.”

The hell: “...”

"Five brothers, according to the routine of dog blood romance novels, are generally false death ah..." for a long time, the city king's mouth pumped, said.

The king of hell hugged himself with pain: "If I die, I am afraid that the old zombies will see it!"

“Then you’re killing the little ten!”What does it mean!Even if the old zombie suddenly realizes that he is really in love with the little ten, the little ten is already dead!How do you keep them together!You fool five! 🙂 The hell are messing up!

King Yan Luo hugged himself with pain: "Afraid of the god horse, 18 years later is a good sister... If the old zombies are really true to the little ten, he will go to the next ten, and then they will see their own creation."

Chu Jiang Wang Lima pulled out the small (sheng) pen (si) book: "I will write their next dog blood story right now!"

“Does it have to be dog blood?”The hell are sweating.

"Come on, no matter whether it's true love or not, it's 18 years later."Get out, we have to go back.Second, give a pen, it's better for us."

King Chu Jiang: “It must be!”

"Damn the old zombie."

King Chu Jiang: “It must be!”

With that, he hit a large and bold setting on the small (sheng) pen (si) notebook: the next life, less than 100 years old, the little ten can't remember the damn old zombies!Never fall in love with the damn old zombies!

Hmmm!

If it is true love, the next life should also go to our family of ten people, but also to our family of ten abuse old zombies.

Chu Jiang Wang was very satisfied with this setting, and after writing a general outline, he closed the small (sheng) pen (si) book and followed the brothers back to the grave.

It should be a story from 18 years later.

*

When the little ten halls were transported back to the mansion, the mansion cried, and even the old zombies who slept soundly were awakened.

“Why are so many people crying?” he asked, walking out.

“Wow, wow!”Just outside the door, there was a very sad cry at my feet.

When he looked down, it was the day of the moon crying.

“What happened?”He squatted down and wiped his tears for the moon.

The moon cried, “The little ten sisters are dead, uh uh...”

“Impossible.”It was as if he had heard a joke.

The moon: “It’s true.”

He pointed to the man lying on the bed, which was a petite body covered with a white cloth, and he staggered his subjects, and raised a strange feeling in his heart, but what it was, he couldn't tell...

It can't be true anyway.

How can those who are so short-lived, and how can they hurt the little ten halls?

The Lord does not believe in this.

But he opened the white cloth, and it was indeed the cold body of the little ten halls, and a black gold arrow was inserted in the heart of the little ten halls, which ran directly through the body of the ten halls!

Deadly.

For a moment, the Lord...

“Wow—!” the man next to him burst into a louder cry!

“Shut up!”They will be thuds, roaring!

Originally, he had just felt that he was very sad, but he was robbed and cried by a group of people, which made his emotions interrupted.

He is annoying now!

He wanted to get rid of these insignificant people and let him and the little ten halls be quiet.

Two people...

"How can you die, how can those stupid kings let their beloved little brother die at the hands of mortals?"And he shook his lips, and said, He stretched out his hand, and drew out the black gold arrow.

When he came out, he was speechless.

Because the arrow of the black gold arrow is written a line of italic characters on the body: Hell wants you to die when you are fighting, who can live to after the blood?

(╰_╯) #!

I’m so obvious, everyone knows who’s the cold arrows, okay?

Besides, now that it is the 21st century, who is still using cold weapons?Now the gangsters are all nuclear weapons, right?

“What the fuck are these idiots doing?”After seeing this line, he breathed a sigh of relief and knew that it was a ghost of the brain and hell, and he was reassured, because as long as they were the ghosts they were engaged in, it would be certain that in the end, the little ten halls would be resurrected!

It will surely be resurrected!

It will surely...

Surely...

But what is so disturbing in my heart?

He who will surely be resurrected, what is he worried about?

"Those idiots, this little means to play me?"Look at what the joke?Don’t they know that my zombie blood can come back to life?”The general said, did not find himself angry and blue, and his lips trembled when he spoke.

He took the black gold arrow in disaringly, cut his hand, and dripped the blood on the lips of the little ten halls.

His zombie blood can come back to life, not afraid!

Resurrected from death...

The little ten halls were still closed, and the blood hole on the chest was still worn to the bottom.

The words on the black gold arrow are bold, and it can no longer be conspicuous: the king wants you to die when you are fighting, who can live after the blood?

The heart of the Lord trembled...

The Ten Temples are really dead.

Smart him, of course, knows that life and death are just a reincarnation for the kings of hell, even if the little ten halls die, 18 years later is a good sister, the silly but very short-lived hell will give her another good afterlife.

But...

His heart was as bad as being knifed!