If the little white flower just shook symbolically, then at this time it has already shaken into chaff.

The night terror turned out to be ...... Don't want it?!

How is this possible!

There is no human race who is not greedy, it took the initiative to send it to the night terror, how could she not want it?!

There is also the man beside her, the man's killing intent is substantial, he really has the intention and strength to destroy it!

It didn't take long for Xiao Baihua to give birth to her mind, and her intuition was the most accurate, and she felt Yan Qingjue's concern and joy for Night Terror, so it thought that she pretended to be cute and won the love of Night Terror, so Yan Qingjue should love the house and Wu Cai.

Why is this Yan Qingjue suddenly a ghost and an animal?!

If the little white flower has been in the human race for a longer time, she should know the words "rival in love" and "competition for favor".

The little white flower trembled very quickly, and if it could speak, it would have cried and cried.

Ruthless!

Devil!

What a pair of men and women with trembling hearts!

It's just...... I don't want to be stuck here anymore, I just want to see the outside world.

Boom...... Boom......

The little white flower was really "sad" and sobbed, and the aura in the sky suddenly sank, tilting down like a torrent that had leaked the gates.

The earth sank quietly, the sky hummed faintly, and the sound of beasts rose from the distant horizon......

Wave after wave.

There are heaven, earth, mountains and rivers, rolling to the little white flowers!

Nightmare: "! ”

Tourmaline: "No! ”

Little Furball: "Chirp! "Holy!

Night Terror Hong was unsteady under his feet, and fell straight into Yan Qingjue's arms.

Yan Qingjue protected the night terror with one hand, and pinched out a pitch-black thunder with the other, and there was a void and silence aura hidden in the center of the thunder, as long as he hit the little white flower, everything could be calmed down.

The little white flower was terrified and cried even more sadly.

Woowoo...... I just, don't want to be alone......

I just, I don't want to be alone anymore......

Its loneliness and sadness turned into substance, filling the heavens and the earth, and reaching straight into the heart of the night terror.

At this moment, the night frightened as if he saw himself back then......

Because of his intelligence, he was not tolerated by everyone, and he could only die slowly like a caged bird.

That life......

Who can hear her loneliness, her sadness, her anger, her helplessness and dazedness?

She had wondered over and over again whether her existence was a sin.

She didn't kill anyone, but the weapons, procedures, and instruments she devised destroyed town after town, slaughtering people after man.

She was in great pain because she was innocent, but she was also sinful.

The little guy who has just given birth to wisdom in front of him, is he as lonely and hesitant as she was back then?

Gritting her teeth, Night Terror stabilized her body and jumped out of Yan Qingjue's arms, and her sharp eyes found that there was liquid faintly emerging in the center of the petals of the little white flower, and she wrung her eyebrows and shouted: "Don't cry!" ”

The girl's voice was cold and cold, like a giant sword that tore through chaos and tide, and passed straight into the spirit of the little white flower.

But that tone can be described as extremely fierce, and in an instant, Xiaobaihua was dumbfounded, and she didn't dare to "cry" anymore.

Strange to say, as soon as Xiao Baihua stopped sobbing, the aura condensed in the sky slowly dissipated.

Night Terror Hong was slightly stunned, and asked Yan Qingjue: "The tears of the little white flower are Taiqing Yulu?" ”

Yan Qingjue nodded: "To be precise, it is an unnaturally formed jade dew." The naturally formed jade dew is the treasure of heaven and earth, but this unnaturally formed jade dew will draw the power of heaven and earth, and it is a great evil. This is the reason why the Heavenly Dao does not allow this ugly flower to be left with spiritual wisdom. ”

(End of chapter)