Vol 2 Chapter 4395: Hope, all on her
Chapter 4395 hopes that all are on her
The old woman carefully held the little baby and looked at the phoenix with a distressed look: "The Emperor, the Qinglu is here, the old slave will take care of her. You should take a break and wait for your body to be good. Accompanied by the fall."
Feng Ge’s eyes returned to the face of the little baby.
The eyes burned and greedily stared.
It seems that I want to keep the face of the little baby in my heart.
That kind of gentleness is gentle.
That kind of sadness.
"There is no time." Her voice was very hoarse, like something was slammed in the air. "White, you know... I don't have time."
The old woman’s eyes were red: “No, the Emperor... you won’t have anything to do.”
She put the child in her arms in front of the phoenix song, choked and eagerly said: "God, you see here, this is your child... Are you willing to leave her alone?"
Fengge twitched his mouth.
I seem to want to laugh.
But I can't afford the strength of half a point.
"I don't want to... how could I be willing to do it..."
Her unspeakable voice, mixed in the wind, makes people feel unreal.
"But... it’s too late, no time..."
Feng Ge closed his eyes in pain.
The crystals overflowing from the corner of the eye, sliding down the cheeks.
The old woman was almost crying.
Fengge adjusted her breathing and let the old woman hold her child in opposition to her face.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
Suddenly, five fingers move.
I got into my heart.
Blood, blending with her flames.
In the air, it seems to be filled with a strong **** taste.
The old woman screamed out: "The Emperor, what are you doing!"
The old woman was hurried and wanted to let go of her children and stop the self-mutilation of Fengge.
But before I moved, I was shouted by the sound of the phoenix song: "White, don't move..."
As soon as she spoke, her breathing followed.
The wound involved in the chest, the pain is a pumping.
The original pale face, at this moment, is even more pale.
I can't see the whiteness of a little blood.
This is not just the old woman who is crying.
Even standing on the side of the night, the tears could not stop and follow the corners of the eyes.
Night clearing can't completely control his emotions.
It’s hard to add.
Emperor Xu Xuan gently patted her back, gentle lips, kissed her hair, and gently pacified her.
Until, Feng Ge’s hand finally came out slowly.
Her palm.
Lying with a crystal cream with blood.
The shape is similar to a heart shape.
Shining light of the mysterious wave.
When the old woman saw something in the palm of her hand, her face immediately became pale: "God, what are you doing? This is your mysterious jade!"
"In this world, there are only two gods and phoenixes."
The sound of Feng Ge is almost only the sound of the air.
Even a little bit of sound seems to be difficult to send out.
"One, in the body of the clear, the other is my one."
"White, I know my situation very well, I have no way... continue to accompany her."
"This is the only thing I can do, and it is... I have to do."
The voice of Fengge is getting weaker and weaker.
Even the sound is a little erratic.
She turned her palm.
The **** Xuan Xinyu was swayed by a mysterious wave.
Endless Xuanbo, lingering around.
Tight, fast, orderly rushing into the body of a small baby.
The dazzling mystery filled the room.
(End of this chapter)
