Chapter 1373 is over?

Francis pretended to pity her, "We're going to find her." ”

Mo Luo sneered, "He used the child to blackmail me, and in the end, this little affection was gone." ”

'Don't be angry, let's go see him, maybe he ......" Francis shook his head, "I don't know what he's going to choose." ’

Bloodhell.

This place is like this no matter what time of year it comes, the smell of blood everywhere is everywhere, and everywhere floats like a scream and a scream, and the sounds of pain emanating from the deepest part of the human body are intertwined1, a symphony of tragedy and hysteria. It's either black or red, and there's almost no other bright color to be found, this is the bottom of the Blood Prison, the Blood Prison within the Blood Prison, and the pressure of the underground or the enchantment pressure imposed by the Blood Prison itself is enough to make people feel frightened.

Moro was used to it, she and "Patrick" went down to the bottom of the blood prison, that was the level where Lorenzo was detained, it was cold and damp Moro felt such an environment, although she was not afraid of the cold at all, but her heart still skipped a beat.

She forced herself to calm down and smiled, Francis was staring at her, she looked up, "What's wrong?" Been looking at me? ”

"If it's inconvenient for me to see him, it's fine." Francis was quite intimate, and draped his cloak over her.

Slightly, Moro felt him shiver.

Moro looked to the side, "It's not inconvenient, it's not like I haven't come to see him." ”

"I'm afraid you'll soften when you see him."

"Soft-hearted?" Moro snorted lightly, "Even if he keeps pressing my Eve, I won't be soft-hearted." ”

One door after another closed behind her, and one door after another opened in front of her, her hands trembled involuntarily, and at the last door, she saw the figure inside through the lattice fan.

He was playing chess, of course, by himself and himself, and then fiddling with something, and the cell was well decorated like a presidential suite, and he didn't see any difference in Lorenzo. I can't see what kind of prisoners are at all, it's like I'm on vacation, it's just that the place in the blood prison is not very good, and the smell of blood can't go away, although there is a little incense on a small table next to Lorenzo, but the fire doesn't seem to have any strength at all, it is the only little warmth in the blood prison except for blood.

Moro coughed lightly, and Lorenzo looked up at her and "Patrick": "Yo, my wife has come to see me, daughter-in-law and daughter-in-law haven't seen you for a long time, I dreamed of you yesterday." "Lorenzo was still so indecent, as if nothing had happened.

Lorenzo admits that his pupils still constricted a little when he saw Moro standing with "Patrick", but he put down the chess piece in his hand and reclined on the couch looking quite relaxed, as if he couldn't see Patrick as a person.

"What did you dream about?" Mo Luo's voice was fluttering, his head was slightly sideways, and he could hear a slight tremor, but she grasped this degree very well, and he still looked cold, calm as if nothing had happened.

"Dreaming of the old ...... 'Lorenzo was sad and happy at the same time.

Francis was a bystander on the side, but he didn't see anything, he didn't understand the feelings between these bloods, he just felt that it was a waste of time, they were all dying people, why did they say so much?

"It's been a long, it's been a long time, I dreamed that I saw you for the first time, I dreamed that I made a wish in the Trevi Fountain, don't you want to know what I promised?"

"Then you are indeed dreaming, those are all lies, I didn't believe them from the beginning." Moro stopped talking nonsense and looked around, "Looks good." The corners of Morro's mouth curled, but it was still not warm.

The light on Lorenzo's face went out in an instant, and he smiled disguisedly, "Well, it's not bad, it's just that I don't have blood, it's a little cold here, and it seems that I need to add a few more quilts to sleep." Lorenzo said casually, saying that he was cold, but Moroco didn't see that he was cold.

"What are you doing? I said that I won't sign that document, I have married you, how can I get a divorce? Besides, children can't live without their fathers. Lorenzo tilted his head slightly, holding a goblet between his fingertips, and lit a cigarette in his left hand, "Oh yes, you can't smell smoke when you're pregnant." Lorenzo extinguished his cigarette, "It can't just be that you want to come and see me, as you can see, I'm doing well, I just don't know how those kids are doing, does Stella miss me?" ”

Moro looked at him expressionlessly, as if he was looking at something strange, or rather a clown, and soon she spoke up, and she went straight to the point, "Where's Eve?" ”

"Eve?" Lorenzo stomped on the cigarette butt with his toes, and the orange flame was extinguished in an instant, "I don't know, where did I put Eve?" I forgot. ”

"You!" Moro instantly became agitated, completely lacking the composure he had just now.

"Husband and wife, that's also my child, tell me, where is Eve?" Mo Luo struggled to suppress the fire, but his aqua blue eyes had turned blood-red. "I miss the relationship between husband and wife, I miss that you saved the demon party, I miss that I have a child with you, and I will spare your life."

Lorenzo looked at her amusedly, "It's safe, it's happy, but you just can't see it." Lorenzo said, raising his glass again and bringing it to his lips.

Moro raised his hand, the glass shattered, and the wine dripped, and Lorenzo threw the remaining half of the goblet in his hand on the ground as if he was bored, the crystal glass ballast shone with a temperatureless luster, Lorenzo said boringly, "It's a pity that this is a good wine." ”

"Where's Eve the last time?" Moro stared at him, trembling slightly. "Tell me! Where's Eve! She raised her hand, and everything on her face shattered and fell, and the luxurious cell that had been graceful and luxurious just now became a mess in an instant.

"Don't be so angry, Eve is your child, isn't this one in the belly?" Lorenzo is still calm, which is in sharp contrast to Moro's uncalmness.

Francis was watching the play next to him, and suddenly felt that it was quite interesting, and there was a feeling of being a puppeteer, which was quite enjoyable.

Moro took a deep breath and paused word by word, "Where's Eve!" Tell me! ”

"I told you you won't find her unless I get out." Lorenzo had a strange smile on his lips, staring at the trembling Morro, staring at the prey in his hand like a pervert, only now that he was locked up by his little prey.