“Here!”

The black robes of God suddenly disappeared.

Appearing again, he pinched Sinn Xia’s neck.

“You cannot kill me!”

Sinlingxia felt that the hand seemed to be draining her own vitality, and with the force of the hand, she became more and more unrimped.

Don't talk about manipulating the thunder to fight back.

It is to mobilize the thunder force in the body to attack him and protect himself, and cannot do it.

“Why can’t I kill you?”

The black robe was taken from the black robe on his head, showing a playful smile.

“Because...”

Sinn Xia did not say the following words.

She, she couldn’t say.

If this person is not cold.

She would rather die.

What about the soul?

How about a fairy?

Eternal life, never to die, so what?

Not being able to be with someone you like.

If you are not happy living.

So alive.

What's the point.

There is no meaning to live, to live in pain.

Every day is torture.

Why can’t I say the back?

Because, once you say it, it will completely stimulate the black robe.

And she didn’t want to irritate the black robes.

She doesn’t want to die yet.

She has hope for life.

She still wants to live.

With her friend, her family, her troublemaker, she was once disgusting, but now she is the other half of herself, living together.

He chose to be on his side.

For him, embark on a journey of battle.

She is not someone who will easily lose.

I don’t want to give up, I don’t want to give up.

In her dictionary of life.

Never: “Failure”

These two words.

"Nussing"

The thunder rolls.

Her whole body gradually became crystal clear, like a piece of sunlight in the sun, shining crystals, eye-catching, and making people's hearts.

“You’re willing to blow yourself up for her!”

The black robe god made Sinlinga no real killing intention.

He just wanted to scare her.

Just trying to scare her.

Let her make the right choice again in fear.

Obviously.

She couldn’t make the right choice.

When people are afraid.

More imperially.

It will only follow the feeling in your heart.

And that feeling in my heart.

Just let her do that.

It is better to be crushed than to be tiled.

She is a fairy.

It is the only fairy in the cold palace.

She will not be given up for anyone’s threat.

Lead to the soul.

Move yourself and the outside world.

Even when she was bound all over her body and unable to be autonomous, she could still do so.

This is like a cultivator, detonating Nedan, a principle.

The crystal clear surface of the skin may be because the skin is too thin, and the black robe god actually feels the hand hemp.

He quickly threw his hand away and left.

“The sister-in-law!”

At this time, Asano came out and put the inverted Sinling Xia in her arms, without letting her go on to smash it outside.

In the process of inverting, the skin of Sinlingxia's body once again regained its ordinary appearance.

The restless thunder in the sky also returned to calm.

The clouds soon dispersed.

It doesn’t seem like it’s been here.

“Son, why are you so stupid?”

Asano's tears were rushed out, looking at Xinlingxia, who was hagling, and said with great pain, "If you choose that path, what will my brother do?"“Your children, what to do?”

“Stupid girl.”

Xin Lingxia smiled, she relied on Asano's body, trying not to rely on others, stood up, she said: "Where I will choose the end of the road, your brother, did not teach me the way to go the way."I am not a cultivator, where can I create my own?”

This is clearly what the black robe God made to hear.

Still in his heart, he was always ready to retreat, and suddenly he was angry, “How dare you play me?”

“Fuck you, so what!”

Sin Ling Xia faces the black robe god.

Even if he was with a cold-satisfying face, body shape, exactly the same.

But she can still see at a glance, not far from this man, is definitely not her own man.

Because of the cold and tired, it will not dare to take this expression and come to yourself.

He didn’t dare to look at himself with that look.

Disdainful, arrogant, and unappreciated.

It is always only sent out from himself, and it is he who receives it completely.

And he has done everything to himself.

She said East, and he dared not speak of the West.

This is love.

He looked at her with love.

And this one, looking at her eyes, only the desire to win or lose, only possessive, only want to exceed the cold tired, the cold and tired from her heart, and then by him, to completely replace the cold tired of the perverted desire.

This desire will not be liked by her, will not be recognized by her, and will not be recognized by her.

“Looking for death!”

The black robe god made his feet pedal on the ground, wanted to move forward, and once again launched a cold attack on Xinlingxia.

in his mind.

The killing of Sinnya has already been moved.

Since he is not alive.

Then come to death.

As the lord of the hallowed hall, he has a hundred ways to let Sinlingxia be resurrected after his death, and from then on he was honest with himself.

“You take care of yourself first.”

Joe Xingchi held a characteristic anesthetic gun in his hand and punched it out without hesitation in the black robe.

“Can you hit me too?”

The black robe made Ben not to care, to move on.

Move to find out.

On his legs, I don’t know when, crawled with vine-like plants.

On these plants, there are sharp spikes.

The thorny, having scratched his robe, trousers and legs, scratched his feet.

“Hm”

The bullet hit him.

“What?”

The black robes were supposed to deal with it.

Even if the bullet hits him, he can use the protective force around his body to protect himself from the damage caused by this bullet.

It's a pity.

The bullet touched his flesh.

Meet his bodyguard.

It was like a very low melting point of ice, into the fire.

A moment of time.

turned into a qi.

The black robe god made him rub his own beating, thinking that he looked up at Joe Xingchi and others, is a joke: "What's the thing?" 」It feels like there is no other adverse reaction except itching.

"Bang"

Josh fired another shot.

“No, no one cares!”

The black robe shook the palm of his hand, a golden ball of flame appeared in his hand, and the fireball was like a solid.

He grabbed the fireball, turned toward the bullet, and wanted to throw it over.

“Bombing!”

A certain point in the golden flame fell on the spot where it had just been beaten.

It was like a lighted bomb.

A small explosion was created.