After Xia Dongyang left, the mixed-race man thought for a while, he seemed to suddenly realize, and said: "This is the rumored magician, and he is always low and sad." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoNow that I'm so close to Princess Purple Kite, I'm in the same city, and I'm already suffering from it. ”

"He's not Xia Dongliang." After Thomson finished speaking, he kept silent, and no matter how the mixed-race man asked, he would not speak.

Xia Dongyang is not an elder brother in the first place, he is an existence that is ten times stronger and a hundred times stronger than his brother, but because of his brother's pink scandal, he is more famous than himself.

Xia Dongyang couldn't help but ridicule and said: "Brother, you are more active in the market than me in terms of peach news." I don't know if he's teasing his brother or himself.

"What do you always feel like you've forgotten? It seems that he is going to kill someone......" He seemed to have forgotten something for a moment, as if someone had touched his scales just now, but he had not yet been killed by his angry self.

"It's all to blame on that woman, cunning as a fox and sharp as a pufferfish, always able to see other people's weaknesses, and then prick some poisonous pries on them." Xia Dongyang remembered Luo Yier, but he didn't dare to continue thinking about her name. Xia Dongyang was worried that he would think of the name that frightened him, and the suffocation of death would suppress his body domineeringly.

Think, think, think about things that make you angry, don't think about things that make you afraid...... Yue'er? That's love, not anger...... Water fish? That's a toy, not an anger...... Xia Dongyang fell into distress.

The "whoosh" of the rain turned into a "chirping" sound in his ears, as if countless sparrows were making noise. He was very irritable, how could there be such bad weather as rain in the world?

Thinking about it, Xia Dongyang thought of his brother - this is anger! Xia Dongliang, when can I kill you? You're missing now, and there's killers chasing you. But I know you're alive now, because only I can kill you.

Xia Dongyang thought to himself: Isn't it only me who can free you? I will live for you, be good to the princess, be the strongest, and make your reputation as a "magician" a household name.

You are always too low, you are too low in front of love...... But I can't kill my sister-in-law, because that's the person you like, it's my sister-in-law...... Then I can only kill you.

I'm going to kill you, take your place, and hold your head up and make you lift your head up in the world.

What a sad story, brother, at your funeral, I will put my arms around Princess Purple Kite - I will not do anything to her in public, this is my style, not your style - to announce to everyone:

"I killed my younger brother, his name is Xia Dongyang. He is a clown and likes to ride a wheelbarrow because he doesn't like to go off the beaten path; He likes to play with three balls, but unfortunately he can't perform for us now, so let's mourn for him. I love him! ”

At that time, if only I could cry, I would definitely be able to cry. I mean, it would be nice to rain then, and I'll schedule the funeral during the day, so I don't have to worry about not seeing the moon at night.

I'm going to cry, but I'm afraid I'll laugh out loud, brother, I'll be very happy if you die, and the distorted expression will be very hideous when the time comes. I will explain to you that this is "letting the sadness flow backwards and the tears flowing backwards".

They didn't understand me, and if it rained, it didn't matter if I cried or not. The night before, I stayed up all night and had bloodshot eyes.

I killed you, but I buried myself. You live in society and die in the dirt; I lived on the dirt, but I died in society.

This is our future! No one can go against our will.

Your life will be perfect, no, it's not "you", it's "us". We're one! I need to kill all those who slander the three words "Xia Dongliang" and write your name in the history of no man's land with action.

I thought of it, before the emperor ascended the throne, I would kill all the rebels! Xia Dongyang snapped his fingers.

"Jack Nini, Jack Nini, Jack Nini......" Xia Dongyang silently read the name of his assassination target, and finally remembered the name of this waiter in the fault line of memory. The waiter made jokes that shouldn't have been made, and he had to pay for his jokes.

"Is it just him......"

Forcibly finding what is forgotten in the moment from the void of memory, there is some doubt in the feeling of disbelief. As if questioning myself: Is what I have worked so hard to come up with just such a trivial thing?

I often forget what I just thought and don't know what to do next. I took a pair of scissors, but forgot why I was in a hurry to find them. At this time, I saw an extra silk thread on my pants, but I was a little disappointed after cutting it off.

Are my scissors just for cutting off an insignificant thread? People tend to question themselves in this way, and the feeling of losing their memories is really frightening, even if it is.

I just wanted to cut a silk thread, so I picked up the scissors.

Memory is the cornerstone of the past, and memories are superimposed to build high-rise buildings, and perhaps there will be a romantic castle of princesses, which is a tofu scum project built with the memory of love.

Losing the memory of just now is like having lost the past, and now it has become nothing. Without memory, is that person's existence real? The past is used to prove its existence!

I just picked up the scissors to cut a silk thread? No, I lost my memory and always felt like I had something important. Since you have taken the scissors, it won't be to ...... Self-palace, right?

It's really an important thing, but I refuse! On weekdays, Xia Dongyang would suddenly throw away the scissors in his hand from time to time, everyone thought he was because his hands were slippery, and no one knew his rich inner thoughts.

"Who else is you going to kill but Jack Nini?"

Xia Dongyang stood in the rain, and he couldn't see the passers-by around him.

At the highest point of the mysterious house, Luo Yier held an umbrella and relied on her body to stand on a high place, trying to look at Xia Dongyang's position from afar. Her umbrella was just an ordinary umbrella, and the rain flowed down the umbrella bones into columns of water, like curved bridges.

"The rain no longer has the property of ignoring defenses, but it is still falling, and I don't know when the king will stop it."

"At least not now, the wrong fate reunion, I don't know if it will make the peace of the night completely disappear."

As if she had a heart in mind, the rain suddenly stopped. The sky turned from majestic to dripping, like a stingy rich man who closed the bag of gold.