The caracal was finally able to persuade the little flea to send him back to Ning, and he was relieved and hurriedly arranged the future. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He explained to the little flea why after three days, there would be rescuers, and the little flea stopped crying.

However, when he heard that there would be rescuers, his previous determination wavered, and he grabbed the arm of the caracer and shouted: "So that's what my brother meant! According to this, we still have hope of being rescued! Then we might as well wait a ......little longer."

"Little flea!" the caracer roared, stopping him, "What is going to happen today was predestined five hundred years ago, and no matter who comes to him in the Six Realms, this ending cannot be rewritten." Instead of making me struggle and resist all the time, it is better to accept the arrangement of fate first, and then use other ways to seek a turnaround!"

The little flea's renewed hope was shattered by his words, and his immature face was once again occupied by disappointment, and he could only hang his head gloomily. If he is gone, he seems to understand it, but when he thinks that the farewell is a foregone conclusion, he can't stop tears from pouring out.

He had no intention of hurting him, but he was hurt again and again, and he blamed himself so much that he hated himself. But he didn't dare to continue to drag on time, so he could only ignore it ruthlessly.

He held up the two hands of the little flea, put them in his palm, and when he released them again, a shiny short sword with a ruby handle was in the little flea's hand.

"In fact, after deciding to lock down and return to peace, I began to gradually stop the transmission of brain waves. Even if I hadn't fallen into the labyrinth at the time, I would have sealed myself with a demon talisman between my eyebrows to completely extinguish my brain waves. Now that I'm in a daze, I can't cut myself, so I can only ask you to do it. Once the short sword is inserted into the center of my eyebrows, the demon seal fire talisman stops jumping for three minutes, turns into blood and water and flows out, and the lock is finished. Nangong Xiang couldn't catch the brain wave signal, no matter how superb his mental skills were, he didn't want to invade my brain again. So you go about it, and make sure to end this matter before he and Sanya turn around. ”

He urged softly, and the little flea shook his head frantically, his throat so hoarse that he couldn't make a sound.

He looked like he was about to regret it, but he was suddenly anxious, and he couldn't care about anything, so he pulled him up and said, "Good brother, how did you promise my brother just now? Who else can help me besides you?"

The little flea was forced by him to nod his head, but as soon as he finished it, he shook it vigorously like a rattle, and repeated it four or three times, so that he simply let go of him, sat down cross-legged in the mirror, and then closed his eyes tightly and began to close.

The little flea didn't have time to wipe away his tears, so he shouted "no", and the whole person pounced on him, thrashed him, pinched him, and tried to force him to breathe again. But he only frowned, his body trembled violently, and the corners of his forehead were dripping with sweat, but he didn't want to take another breath of air.

"My brother is self-locked, but he can't return to Ning, he is already so painful, if he is really tortured by Nangong Xiang with a mirror light, it will definitely be a thousand times worse than now, I promised to support him, I can't ...... Can't go back......"

He muttered to himself in an ambivalent way, his mind going blank.

He hugged his knees as he had done in the past, and was finally able to shout, but the cry was heartbreaking, "Brother, don't--I beg you, think twice, think again--".

He didn't answer, but he was suffocating and uncomfortable, and there was blood flowing out of his mouth and nose, but he couldn't swallow his breath.

The little flea didn't ask for it, slowly retreated, and in the hazy tears, it was no longer him who saw him, but a demon king with flaming eyes and a smile and a smile. He sat behind the bookcase of Fan Yao Palace, reviewing the folds.

A chubby little man, who was himself, jumped over like a marble, and called his brother sweetly, and the demon king immediately raised his head, put down the pen in his hand, and looked at him and greeted him happily.

The caracal was so normal, the little flea burst into tears and laughed, shouting "brother", and while reaching out for a hug, he said angrily: "Brother, are you okay! Why did you use such a prank just now to scare the little flea......

(To be continued.) )