Vol 2 Chapter 5017: Huang Youzhi's Tomb (8)
Chapter 5017 The Tomb of Worry (8)
"Do you think that it is easy to enter the site of this seat?" The sneer of Huang’s worry-free and sinister smiles, like laughing and laughing, watching the night clear, and the sneak of the eyes, "However, I did not expect the king of the dragon, Actually, I will save my life so much that it is hard to imagine this seat!"
Long Aotian's face is cold and cold, and the murder of the eyebrows and the yin of the haze are extremely obvious.
He raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips.
The blood of the drops fell on his feet.
He didn't react too much, just sneer and sneaked his lips: "What do you want to do in this seat, what is the relationship with your monster?!"
"This seat just feels curious." Huang has no worries and cold cold lips, and the voice makes people feel cold in their hearts. "It seems that the king of the dragon is also the minister of the song, even with the seat and the song." The daughters are all pampered."
He had a meal and deliberately took words to disgusting people: "This is a slap in the face, thank you very much for your gratitude... the generosity of the king of the dragon."
These two sentences, the success of the face of Long Aotian's sullen, more and more cold.
He snorted and his face was sullen and angry: "You also call the woman 'song'? You also said that she is your daughter?!"
Long Aotian pointed to the night and then angered: "I want to help her, I am willing to pamper her, what do you count, and also replace them and thank you?"
to be frank.
As a bystander, the night falls and feels.
Long Aotian may have a complicated feeling for her mother...
Looking at the face of Long Aotian's murderous haze, it is overcast.
The face covered with scales is constantly surging.
It seems to be a sense of sight that has to be broken.
At night, the long and narrow singularity, slightly stunned, immediately lifted up, condensed into the smug and self-satisfied face.
I have imagined how many times my father and mother will be.
I also learned that I was not the real daughter of Sanquanzong’s night house. I fantasized about my father and was completely different from the night madness.
The imaginary father will hurt her, love her, and pet her.
Even later.
Read the memory of the blood-bone king, about guessing... the love and hate between her father and her mother.
She also always thinks that...
Her father will leave her mother, and she has a hard time.
Can be here now...
She can no longer deceive herself.
This is a worry-free.
Just use her as a tool to use, a tool to accomplish his ambitions.
He is not worthy at all, he is called a father.
The slender five fingers of the night are sharp and close.
Before Huang Wu’s opening, he strode toward Long Aotian.
It also blocked the dark tide between Huang Wu worry and Long Aotian.
She touched the medicinal herbs and stuffed them into the hands of Long Aotian. She took out the powder and took the medicine for Long Aotian.
Her actions were simple and decisive, and they did not put Huang Worry in their eyes.
And there is no worries... there is no meaning to stop it.
Looking at the eyes of both of them is like ridiculing them... dying.
Long Aotian Emei, just want to take back his hand, whispered: "Go away, this seat does not require you to do anything!"
The night fell, but he buckled his wrist.
The finger was unceremonious and slammed on his wound.
Long Aotian, who was screaming, screamed and tightened his brow.
The night was clear and the face was expressionless: "You shut up, help you get a medicine, don't make a noise."
That resentation, let Long Aotian give it a sigh.
He... He is the king of the dragon, actually being scolded by a little girl? !
(End of this chapter)
