Mo Fu Yi finally understood, what is killing without cutting edge blood.

Lu jiuque is the real devil!

She is good at observation and insight into the deepest weakness and weakness in people's heart, so as to give the target a fatal blow!!

Mo Fu can see that she is deeply in love with Mr. Mei, but How could she, how could she threaten her with Mr. Mei?

"Lu jiuque! Dare you! Dare you! Do you dare - "

No, she doesn't want to appear in front of Mr. Mei even if she is dead!

This is the heart of death!

It's Zhu Xin!

Mo Fu Yi's eyes can't help but burst into tears, she roared wildly, as if losing her mind.

"Why are you so vicious! You can't do that! I've lost Why do you even deprive me of my last trace of dignity? "

"I lost! I give up! Don't be vicious. Don't, don't... "

"You are so mean, so mean..."

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The roar out of the tone, faint with a trace of crying, as fragile as a lost child.

Looking at the reaction of Mo Fu's clothes, Lu jiuque's disgust is deeper in his eyes.

"What? You can't stand that?! Then why are you so cruel? Just for a bloody flower, for your ridiculous and humble love, you killed three classmates and tried to involve innocent people. Aren't you mean? Aren't you vicious

Mo Fu couldn't control his mood and blurted out: "those three wastes are scum, even a hair of Mr. Mei can't match! Those little ants and Dalits are even more! It's their honor to let them die for Mr. Mei! "

Lu jiuque is totally shocked. What kind of dog fart idea is this?!

Clenching her teeth, she raised her hand and slapped heavily on her face.

The crisp sound made Mo Fu's face swell up. Lu Jiu was so short of breath that he was shaking: "you are hopeless! The scum in your eyes and the pariah in your mouth are irreplaceable treasures in other people's hearts! What is your right to decide everything? "

Ink brush clothes mouth bleeding, sharp counterattack: "by what?! In my capacity! In my position! With my talent! Humble waste and cud dog, should be like mud, crawling at my feet! They shouldn't hate me! To hate, hate themselves! Hate their birth

"Good, good..." A good one hates himself, hates being born!

Lu jiuque smiles, and his expression is like a poppy stained with blood.

Mo Fu clothes looking at her smile, the heart can not help but shrink.

At this time, Lu jiuque gently pressed his hand on the heart of Mo Fu's clothes and said in a low voice: "do you know who took out the Yin blood flower on the auction?"

"What do you mean?" Ink brush clothes, the whole body trembled, as if by lightning.

She always thought that Lu jiuque was just lucky to survive. Can you say

"What do you say?" She didn't answer the question, but the evil spirit was high in her eyes.

Mo Fu Yi couldn't contain the tremor and roared: "it's you?! It's you It's impossible! How can it be in your hands? "

Lu Jiu is short of five fingers and grabs it. Suddenly, he makes force to insert it fiercely. The flesh and blood of Mo Fu's clothes are torn and the blood overflows again.

Intense pain accompanied by the fear of death, like the tide of the sea.

This time, Lu jiuque did not show mercy. The flame covered her palm, and the inch by inch melted the bones of the ink brushing clothes, pressing her heart

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