Chapter 1979

It's easy for Yan to grasp his collar, and countless red flowers are blooming behind him, reflecting the bodies that are in a state of chaos and tragic death. It's really like Shura hell.

Wei ziyao looked at such a scene, already involuntarily afraid, throat bursts of retch.

"Betrayer!" Nightmare opens his mouth gently, spits out a few cold words, "liar!"

"Who are you?" Wei ziyao drinks angrily. Princess Luojia is entangled in the air by vines. She suffers extreme torture and screams constantly. But this man is holding him and doesn't know what to do!

Yan suddenly grabbed him by the neck. With a little effort on his fingers, he heard the cackle in the poor ordinary man's throat.

"Why betrayal? Capital crime! " Nightmares make eyes red.

Wei ziyao can't understand him. He just struggles with his body and struggles to survive in his tight fingers.

His throat was almost strangled, and his breath was cut off. His eyes were white, his face was blue, and his life was suspended.

In this line, he stares at the eyes of nightmare. The red eyes are so strange. He looks at them as if they are bewitched. In his mind, there seems to be some broken fragments that flash carelessly.

The girl who looks out in the rain alone,

the thrilling and joyful meeting on the way to the exam,

the kissing in the dark alley,

they agree with each other immediately,

the melancholy waiting,

the sad and sad knowing the truth, but they are reluctant to let go, and would rather pretend to know nothing.

More and more distance, deeper and deeper gap

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Wei ziyao's eyes burst with tears, and he suddenly cried out with trembling, "sincerely..."

Hearing the name like a curse, Yan slapped him on the shoulder, a mouthful of blood gushed out of Wei ziyao's mouth, and his body flew out.

Before landing, several vines entwined him tightly. Thinking of the tragedy of Princess Luojia, he knew that his life was not long, but he was unwilling to die. He asked aloud, "where is she?"

"She's dead!" "You will never see her! Ha ha ha, ha ha -- "

Wei ziyao saw Yan that day. At that time, he was so arrogant and noble that he didn't look at anyone with cold eyes. He was as elegant as a God. How could he have such a crazy and terrible laugh?

He thought that it was Xiao Jin who died, so was this nightmare crazy?

Frustrated, Wei ziyao closed his eyes and murmured, "I'm sorry for her. I really deserve to die."

"Die!" Nightmares shout loudly, only to see a few vines as high as a snake, aiming at Wei ziyao's heart, is to plunge in!

At the moment when blood splashed out, Yan burst out laughing: "ha ha ha ha ha - liar! liar! Betrayer! "

When he killed Wei ziyao, he only felt very happy. He laughed and said, "there's no way to steal my things! No one can abandon me! Liars should die! Blood! So much blood, it's a joy! "

He turned around and went out. As long as the people he killed were covered with bright red flowers in full bloom, the flowers would follow wherever they flowed.

He stepped on these flowers with no pity. He broke the petals and walked out laughing.

Wujiang has been watching from a high place.