The muffled sound of one after another, like knives made of ice one by one, was fiercely inserted into Mo Li's heart.

She really doesn't like Liyin, but Liyin is Liyin's sister, even if she doesn't like it anymore, she has the forbearance and patience of loving the house and Wu, and she will have the same desire to protect as her sister.

Everything in front of him made Mo feel like a fool, and he always was.

Luckily and very unfortunately, Mo and her favorite sister who left her did this fool together.

Anger made her unexpectedly calm.

Her fists were clenched tightly, her nails were digging into the flesh of her palms, and bursts of pain came from her palms. Because, only by more pain can I help her suppress the anger in her heart.

"Leave--Yin-"

Mo squeezed out two words from between his teeth.

How much I love Liluo, at this moment, I hate the pair of dog men and women inside. It's just that the more she hates, the calmer she becomes.

She always remembered that the purpose of her coming here was to find out the truth.

In order to avenge the divorced sister.

There was another muffled sound in the mourning hall.

Then there was a rustling, the sound of clothes rubbing.

Just when he was about to take it back, a muffled snort sounded inside, followed by the sound of stumbling footsteps.

Silent.

There was a long silence.

I feel that there is nothing more unbearable than silence.

She really wished that with her father's identity and skills, she could release her spiritual power near the altar - no, she wanted to release the primordial spirit, she wanted to see if the pair of dog men and women had rolled together now!

It's in the mourning hall where my sister is gone!!

A burst of sobbing was heard.

"You...... Don't you really want to hug me? ”

Liyin was still talking coquettishly, choked up, and her tone was complaining. But in the strange sound, Liyin's words were more obviously coquettish.

Liyin said again: "You were obviously so good to me before......"

"Leave." A gentle male voice rang out.

Not arrogant or impatient, like a spring breeze.

It's just that this gust of wind is strange, and I don't feel comfortable at all.

She used to feel comfortable, and the world laughed at whether Lin was too utilitarian, and actually made an exception to let the young master marry, and Mo had asked Liluo about this question, and Liluo's answer at that time was-

"He's mild-tempered, but he's not bad."

I thought it was good.

At that time, in her eyes, Fu Zimo's only two shortcomings, one was that he was born in a family of formation mages and knew whether he knew Lin in the Eastern Continent, and the other was Fu Zimo's gentleness, and he was very gentle with anyone.

It's really not a good bird!!

Mo clenched his teeth and clenched his fists again.

The bright red threads gathered together, but there was nowhere to go because of the clenching of the fists, and I don't know how many they gathered before they gurgled out from the gap between the girl's fists and fingertips.

In the mourning hall, Fu Zimo paused for a long time before continuing:

"I hugged you before, because you are her sister, very young and less timid, I hope you can feel warm, after all, we will be a family."

"And now?" Li Yin obviously didn't understand the other party's euphemistic refusal, her tone was anxious, and the pitiful cry just now was swept away, "Now that I have become a Yuan Sheng, I am going to marry you, shouldn't you hug me more?" ”

"Leaving the ......"

Fu Zimo's tone was a little impatient.

"What? Am I not right? ”

Fu Zimo did not answer immediately.

In my heart, I was silent, but there was a voice over and over again: Yes, yes, you dog men and women, it's so right!