Chapter 472: Dying Struggle

Song Xuan pursed her lips and sighed, "Want me to help you?" Why should I help you? ”

Song Xuan is not stupid, since she is going to harm Yan Mo again, then, once she shows anything this time, she will really be doomed!

Liu Siming narrowed his eyes slightly, and then hooked the corners of his lips meaningfully, "You have to figure out a problem, you are not helping me, but helping yourself." ”

After a pause, Liu Siming said slowly, "Could it be that you don't want to be angry for yourself at all?" ”

Song Xuan fell silent.

I don't want to take this breath, how can it be!

She dreamed of wanting to let out this bad breath!

Qin Yu and her are a match made in heaven, Yan Mo, what kind of thing is she?!

Song Xuan seemed to have a fire in her heart, and after a long time, she said in a deep voice, "Okay, I promise you!" ”

Liu Siming raised the corners of his lips slightly, and a hint of an intriguing smile appeared in his eyes, "I'm waiting for your good news." ”

Song Xuan took the black box and left, while Yan Yu glanced deeply at Liu Siming, "Aren't you afraid that she will mess things up?" ”

Liu Siming pulled the corners of his lips slightly, and said unhurriedly, "If I'm afraid, I won't come to her." ”

Yan Yu lowered his eyes and pursed the corners of his lips, "If Yan Mo is really dead, then, what can you get?" ”

This is a question that Yan Yu has always wanted to ask.

Liu Si ordered Yan Mo to target, and the tendency to let Yan Mo die was too obvious.

Yan Yu has never understood what kind of intersection Yan Mo and Liu Siming can have.

After Yan Yu asked this, Liu Siming was silent for a moment, and then chuckled lowly, "What can I get?" If I say, I can get the whole world, would you believe it? ”

The corners of Yan Yu's mouth showed a hint of surprise, and then he looked at Liu Siming's eyes as if he was looking at a neuropath.

In the whole world, Liu Siming's brain is really not normal.

Yan Yu got up and left the café.

As Yan Yu left, the light in the café seemed to dim a lot.

Liu Siming raised his hand to cover the position of his heart, and suddenly coughed violently.

Since the last time he was in the Netherworld, he escaped in embarrassment, and the injuries on his body have not recovered.

The aura of this world is very thin, so thin that the value of the aura he absorbs is getting smaller and smaller.

Liu Siming lowered his eyes slightly, he really missed the days when he was rampant in the Netherworld Temple before!

Thinking like this, Liu Siming lowered his head slightly, and looked at a pocket watch in his palm.

The time of the pocket watch has long since stood still, and inside the pocket watch is a photograph.

If you look closely, it is a miniature version of him and Qin Yu.

Liu Siming rubbed this photo, a moment of confusion appeared in his eyes, and after a long time, he laughed at himself in a low voice, "Originally, I thought that you would honestly live with me in the Netherworld Temple for the rest of your life. Who would have thought that you would be hooked on her......"

"But it doesn't matter, if you are infatuated with her, then I will ruin everything she relies on. Sooner or later, you'll still be back. ”

After Liu Siming finished talking to himself, his eyes became a little gloomy again.

As long as this plan is successful, even if Yan Mo is the son of the main god, he will be sent into a land of no return!

When the time comes, the prison will obediently return to the Netherworld, right?

Liu Simei put the pocket watch away.

The golden pocket watch, full of age, old and heavy, exudes a kind of incompatibility with its surroundings.