Shadows must exist. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Now, this middle-aged man with long blood-colored hair has the same depth as the compassionate Zen monk.

With the surging of demonic flames all over the city, and the surging of flesh and blood hidden in the depths. Those eyes must be able to catch them.

And what about these?

The person who focuses on all this has changed, or this blood-red person is a person who is full of monstrous blood and evil, and he must be a timid person.

The blood-red man was like a transparent void, the thick demonic flame passed through his body silently, and the demon priest with cowbell-like eyes was as if he was blind, and he didn't notice it.

Arguably.

This blood-red Zen eye didn't glance at the Heavenly Demon Priest, but glanced casually at the room where Yakomi was, and the expression on his face was not half touched.

The footsteps of the march were as if he was not from this world, and the shadow of a Zen monk was not half embodied in this person, and he must have heard or seen the sound and picture of the innocent flesh and blood breaking when he stepped on the ruins.

And his footsteps did not stop for half a minute, he was an outsider, so he would move forward so casually, and nothing could stop this person's footsteps.

Who knows what's going on in the thick flames?

Those shiny long knives felt hungry and thirsty again, and the hands they held must still be so strong and powerful, and now that the Zen monks can be said to be dead, who else can save their pathetic souls for their bodies.

The eyes of the person holding the long knife must be blurred, and the blurred eyes must have seen the door of the Demon Festival's blissful prosperity, where all his dreams can be hidden.

Is every human being sinful?

The rising flames are scorching everyone's soul, and whether you can still stand still depends on how many evil thoughts are hidden in your heart.

Demonic flames poured into the depths of the soul from wherever they could, luring the troubles that had accumulated in their hearts, magnifying them countless times and luring them towards the world of 'Bliss'.

When the long knife was across the neck, the soul was ready to float away and sublimate.

When the long knife kisses the flesh, will the eyes of the body still blur?

Why is it so bright at this moment, is it not the demon flame that blinds you, but your soul?

Why are there tears in the eyes of those eyes that look at their parents, their wives, and their children, but are the tears of remorse useful at this moment?

A body without a soul can only be a miserable skin.

And when the proud soul leaves the skin of pathos, and all nobility is also full of pathos, where can it go, to sacrifice for its own confusion?

Reluctance cannot be a source of struggle.

The rising flames did not give them any chance, and evil was not whitewashed, for those souls would have no chance of escaping.

And the mournful cry in the air demonic flames really couldn't make the kind and kind Zen monk regain control of the skin, and the expressionless man ignored all existence, no one knew the end of his footprints, just shallow and deep step by step casually.

"Haha, haha" The rampant laughter of the Demon Festival and Yakomi exploded in the demon flames again.

It must be destroying those souls who are still struggling, those souls are the real delicacy, and those evil eyes do not know how much they covet.

"Woo. Panicked and helpless cries rang out in the dark Yiyang City, why were their eyes still so bright.

And they are truly innocent, because their weak limbs are not yet able to support their fat bodies to walk, how can the undusted souls know everything that is happening in this world.

How could those demonic flames that penetrated their hearts scorch such pure souls, and they could only frown and be discouraged by them.

On that delicate and huge face, there was a real drool, because the helpless cry came from the air to stir up the evil thoughts and greed in the depths of Yakoki's soul.

It was too easy for this man to take it all, and it was not the first time such a handsome person had done such a thing.

The only difference is that there has never been so many.

There was no stagnation or hesitation in the palm of the hand, but because of the eagerness of greed, that handsome face must not be able to see how cute the fat little face was, right?

If they did, the devil would not have had the courage to raise their swords.

But the Yako Demon Sacrifice is indeed a blind devil, and they peep into other people's souls without swords, and those godless flesh and blood that fall to the ground are not their long knives?

Under the scorching heat of the demonic flames, the skin has been completely condensed into a stream of essence blood for human drive.

The blood had stretched out the coldness to the life that had still had residual warmth, would this embrace be familiar, and where did he want to take himself?

The lovely life rests in the residual warmth of the past, as for where to go, I just want to have eyes in the sky, and I am not happy to be hungry for retribution.

This is another world of blindness, and those who can save everything, indeed walk aimlessly, with a grim expression as if mocking the shells of those who are still struggling to guard their souls.

Can the young man with the spear in front of him stop the great evil?

Those eyes have seen how many noble backbones, and they must have seen the sad breaking of the noble ones because they did not want to be bent by others, and they must have laughed at some noble people in the thick mud of life and death.

Even if Han Xian's backbone is upright, no matter how straight he is, he can't stop this great evil, in the eyes of this person, Han Xian is like a wall, how is it different?

And the wall is pathetic in the eyes of this person, stepping out, the wall does not fall, but the ridicule of the back.

The footsteps of the Scarlet Yizen had already been taken, and accidents always came unexpectedly, and his back could not laugh at this humble backbone, because Han Xian's face did not give him such a chance.

A kind smile appeared on that face.

This person can still laugh in such a place, and it is not Han Xian's laughter that he hates, because people who have lived for so long and have a good heart have not seen it.

And the anger in his eyes is because he sees the shadow of the very hateful person in his heart like the one in his heart now, and he hates himself, because that face is different from that kind and kind Zen.

There was a flash of anger in his eyes, and he wanted to strangle that person with his own hands, but every time the opportunity came, he couldn't do it, after all, it was very uncomfortable to choke his throat, let alone pinch himself.

And now that there is such a copy, how can the hand be merciful, the cold person has suppressed it for too long, and he has regarded Han Xian, who has a peaceful smile, as a Zen monk.

He Nai's black-haired Han Xian has indeed become a Zen bald donkey who nurtures evil spirits.

Torture requires a process, which is why the hand is stretched so slowly.

"Drink, ah. ”

The violent sound in the air came out, but it quickly disappeared, and the blood-colored hand still pinched Han Xian's throat without half a minute of alarm, and the originally calm eyes flashed with a little excitement, and there were still fewer broken necks, but there was no time when such interest was gloomy.

Not everyone can hold back their laughter.

Talking about the extremely excited Demon Sacrifice Ya Gongzi, the arrogant laughter once again devoured the heavens and the earth: "Haha, I finally can't sink it, I can endure it for so long, this son really admires it a little." ”

Regarding Wu Jitang's imminent collapse, Ya Gongzi only had excitement on his face but not eagerness, and he was not aggressive in his hands. It's not that this person is benevolent, because he, an evil being, likes to watch other people's minds disintegrate little by little, and wants to see the tragic state of those who have good hearts when their souls are about to be destroyed.

The eyes that flashed with excitement were staring at Wu Jitang's handsome faceplate, and he couldn't bear to leave.

Wu Jitang's eyes are already open, and they can't be closed when they are also opened, what kind of world this is is not the focus of his concern, he doesn't want to see it.

I drank too much, just to kick out the evil thoughts that disturbed my mind in my heart.

He was successful, but this success was sad, because he was too short-lived, and there was no possibility of closing his mouth wide because of heavy drinking, because the demon flames were like discovering a new treasure land, and they rushed towards Wu Jitang in the air one after another.

Frightened and unwilling to write all his eyes, is he going to die like this?

The hands that clenched the spears did not slacken for half a minute, but they could not find the direction of the battle, and although the wind under their feet did not have half a minute of madness, it really could not support the great body to move forward for half a minute.

"Squeak. ”

The sound of tooth frost and eye fright creeched cautiously in the air, Wu Jitang's eyes, it must be an unwilling eye, would make such a sad roar.

Like ice, tiny cracks were slowly crawling in it, and in Wu Jitang's eyes, this world must also be densely covered with cracks, and it quickly fell into darkness.

Are you going to die?

Do smiling people know they're going to die?

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