Arbor, arbor!

One day, she admires Xiao Xue and calls her dead!

Muqingya kneels on the ground and knocks on the barricade in front of her, howling incoherently.

"She's your cousin! You can't do this to her even for the sake of the old man! Muqiao, you are not a person, you are not a person! Do you have a heart? Do you have a heart? " Mu Qingya is hanging her throat and howling. The pain in her heart is beyond expression.

She felt as if she had been stabbed dozens of times with a sharp knife.

Almost every one of them can take her life.

She is sad and sad, angry and helpless. Now, she is just like a grain of sand in the dust. Let others try their best to step into the abyss.

"Mo Lian sneers," Oh, you still have the face to ask Joe Joe have a heart? You were calculating her step by step in xiaxingyu. When you hurt her mother, even she didn't let it go. Why don't you see it for the sake of the old man, or for the sake of the blood and family, let Joe go? "

"Now that you've lost and lost, you say that. Do you think someone will sympathize with you and pity you? "

Mu Qingya lies on the ground, stunned.

But the tree smiled softly and looked at her with light eyes.

"Do you have any pain?"

Muqingya is full of energy and looks at the girl a little unbelievably.

The third time, she asked her the question the third time.

Her confused mind, suddenly a match line, the body can not stop shaking up, "it's you! It's you! "

"It's me." Arbor nodded, "it's me who destroys your baby daughter's wisdom step by step, and forces her step by step to go to Tianyun, find the top, and change Dan."

"It's me who makes her feel that, in this world, the unfair fate, the miserable life and the future of hope are not visible."

"It's also me, destroying her will a little bit. You see, how she hates you now. "

"Wow, I'm so hateful of my own daughter. So irreverently pointing and scolding! " The tree raised his hand and stroked his heart, "is it very painful here? Feel the pain. I really want to die now. "

She chuckled at her little mouth.

Today, she probably can't remember how many times she smiled.

Only her smile, always ending in the corner of the mouth, did not reach the eye depth.

"Muqingya, master of mutang. My good stepmother, you know now. You know how my mother felt then. "

"It's a terrible feeling to be rejected by everyone, no brothers, no friends, no lovers, or even children. Well? " The tree suddenly laughed.

"Like it? Like to be treated like this. " The tree crooked its head and asked naively, "my mother, my mother has also experienced this feeling."

"When she was in the sky, she couldn't protect me. You can only watch me, become a test object, be manipulated by you, like a marionette, for your whole life. "

"I think my mother's heartache at that time should be the same as your feeling now."

"So I want you to feel it, too. What kind of feeling is that your heart is too painful to breathe."

"Is it fun?"

Muqingya was shivering, breathing fast and staring at her.

Devil!