Yu Chu's lip corner pulled a sarcastic arc, "you're going to die, Dad. How do you feel now? "

Xie Qingshan stares at the girl's eyes.

The eyes were clear.

He gasped for breath, as if speechless, just staring at Yu Chu.

Yu Chu bowed his head and took out a ring in his arms. "Mother said it was the ring you wore when you were married. She told me to take good care of it before she died."

She gently placed the ring on Xie Qingshan's blood stained palm and calmly said, "I think she will. This ring will be held in your hand in the end."

The man clenched the ring.

Yu Chu stood up and retreated slowly.

Xie Qingshan's eyes are lax - this is the precursor of human death. His eyes did not focus on the sky, but his hands were more and more tight, showing blue veins.

This man has been pursuing his goals all his life.

But when he died, all his strength was only used to hold a ring.

Yu Chu looked at it for a while and turned away.

She felt dizzy before her eyes, holding all kinds of broken instruments out until she heard the sound of wheelchair sliding.

She was slightly stunned and raised her head.

The first generation was expressionless, looking at her not far away, the blue and purple current wrapped around the wheelchair, and the chair slowly moved forward, slowly grinding the ground glass debris.

Yu Chu took a look at him, and Yunxing followed him with a face of bewilderment.

"Why are you back?" Asked the girl, holding up her body and covering her abdomen, she walked towards him.

Although there was no strange expression on her face, the blood had already dyed the thin cracks in her fingers.

The young man has always been indifferent, cold purple pupil looking at her, the wheelchair ran over those glass slag, the voice was broken and slow, and finally stopped in front of her.

The first generation raised the corners of his lips and stared at the girl's wound. His voice did not know: "why is this so?"

Yu Chu was slightly stunned.

She covered her abdomen and retreated, "it's ok..."

But the teenager in the wheelchair, has gently grasped her wrist, took her hand away from her abdomen, revealing a red corner of her dress.

He has no expression, snow-white delicate fingertips, gently holding that a corner of the garment, dark eyes.

"You never ask me for help, even if it's easy for me." The voice of youth is a little hoarse, some indifference, and some cold self mockery.

He picked up the corner of his lips, slightly broken eyes, looked up at her quietly, "I did not control you, so you grow up, learn to revenge me in this way?"

Yu Chu suddenly froze.

She was staring at the cold purple pupil.

It is dangerous, powerful, and careless. It shows the desolation of the frozen lake, and it is as high as the gods.

Lord God

He is the LORD God.

Yu Chu suddenly felt no strength all over his body. His lips moved slightly and his fingertips were numb. Lord God, she didn't know how to face him.

The last kiss in space, with the rebellious child growing up, threw him on the throne to kiss, like a challenge to the dignity of the guardian.

It's like a prank.

She only dares to kiss.

He is still a God above all.

"No..." She shook her head.

I don't ask the younger generation for help. I just feel that the younger generation needs to be taken care of. She can do dangerous things herself.

Feng Qing that pair of light purple eyes, no waves and no LAN to look at her, the noble spirit and extreme indifference, let the girl white face, want to retreat.

But her wrist is still in the other's hands.

The gods drooped their eyes.

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