Chapter 1333： Reality (8)

Chapter 1333 Reality (8)

When he said this, the body was shaking for a moment, but it was quickly suppressed.

His black hair covered his eyes, he couldn't look big face, only the voice was soft, but with real embarrassment.

"I didn't control myself, it won't be next time."

He made his emotions out of control.

Losing the usual accurate calculations, reason can't work.

It was tempted by the dark and terrible attachments in his heart.

Just thinking about leaving her.

But forgot, she may need to leave by the soul... to live.

Everything is speculation, Ye Yuxuan is not sure whether she really needs his love to live.

It is also not certain that she will hurt her after she has locked the soul.

But what if it is?

Even if there is one in ten thousand, she will not survive because she can't leave the soul.

He shouldn't take risks, it shouldn't be.

In the depths of Ye Yuxuan’s throat, there is a sense of choking in the rest of his life.

This is the first time that he has been manipulated to the point where he is emotionally controlled.

Love is accompanied by resentment, and resentment is mixed with paranoid possessiveness.

When he was on the plane, he was actually out of control, but he didn't find it at that time.

Ye Yuxuan suddenly noticed her back and her hand was afraid of his back.

Then she heard the sound of doubts, "Ye Yuxuan, what happened to you?"

How is it like a sky?

Ye Yuxuan was silent for a few seconds before he muttered: "It's okay, just like holding you."

Hold it again.

Because I don't know when she left again.

Just like in a dream, she left too many times, he actually... very painful.

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Follow-up of "The Little Demon Girl of the Master"

The snow saw the rose flowers outside the window open again.

The fascinating color, let him squat, thinking that she saw her clever smile leaning against the window, casually calling his master.

There is no sense of respect at all.

Instead, it is a soft link between people.

It’s very nice, like the bell on her ankle.

Today is the third month of her death.

She was lying in the hail, the body did not rot, but did not wake up.

She is not a real monster, this time it is really dead.

There is no miracle of resurrection, and there is no evil law in the demon religion, which can bring a person back to life.

So what was the method she used when she first resurrected, he still didn't know.

Or he knows that Bai Weiwei at that time may be a fake death, so he lived again.

This time she is really dead and can no longer live.

The snow lifted the wrist without a trace, and the meridian wound on the wrist still existed.

The limbs were broken by the meridians, even if he broke through the last difficulty of this martial arts, when the meridians were broken, the martial arts were still terrible.

But the wound is the wound.

The broken meridians can't be cured again perfectly, and there will always be indelible scars.

Love hates the ultimate, and kills the ones that they love.

The snow is quiet and sitting on the chair, looking at the world outside the window with no expression, and the eyes are ridiculously calm.

He sneered softly. "Bai Weiwei, do you think that after you die, will I live for you to die?"

He won't, won't let her succeed again.

Saying love is her, saying no love is her.

It is true that she is saying that the game is also her.

He was in her hands and was firmly in control.

Snow is like a determination, and it is like to cover up something. He whispers to himself: "No, I will not love you again, you will be controlled by you, you will not hate you, and you will not be curious." Love me."

(End of this chapter)