"Tell Liang Zixuan that I sold it."

When this voice came from his ears, the picture of the life and death game appeared in front of Liang Zixuan's eyes.

Why did Yi Jiayin suddenly remember this again?!

Liang Zixuan was a little curious.

The intruder in his heart kicked him to death, and the splash also quieted down.

There was a hint of hazy color in the picture, Liang Zixuan didn't feel ashamed at all, he had now begun to rely on the voice picker, so when the intruder counted him, he picked it up and put it on again.

See! You won't let me wear it, I want to wear it.

You asked me to wear it, but I probably won't wear it anymore.

Yes!

At this moment, the man in the picture is Jin Gongzi.

Somewhat different from the picture is that the character has been tagged with a name.

There is a son on the forehead of the son.

Yi Jiayin's breathing appeared, and immediately, she walked softly into this picture.

Oh, my God! Liang Zixuan sighed in his heart, the voice picker was too good, and the fact that Yi Jiayin was allowed to experience this experience as a bystander was revealed.

Yi Jiayin was wearing a white dress, and the lack of fabric was very appropriate, but Liang Zixuan was a little concerned, because there was an uninvited guest who came uninvited and didn't leave, which was very disgusting.

The white dress spreads out an arc at the shoulders, and the light yarn on the shoulders hangs down, revealing the beautiful white shoulders, thin and textured, delicate and attractive.

Yi Jiayin in the picture is wearing a ponytail and a huge bow, which is very two-dimensional.

She held a pistol in her hand, and gradually approached Jin Gongzi, but as if separated by an invisible protective film, or two separate time and space were handed over here, the woman gently put her fingers on the time and space barrier, looking at the woman who was pinched her chin, it was Yi Jiayin herself.

She looked at her.

Yi Jiayin looked at the suffering Yi Jiayin.

The picture is harmonious and wonderful.

At this moment, Jin Gongzi let go of Yi Jiayin's chin and shook his hand, "Take wet wipes!" What are you doing in a daze, take her away and hand it over to Liang Zixuan! Oh, no one can take a man from my hands unharmed, is he ready to bear my thorn whip? ”

Thorns?!

Liang Zixuan heard Yi Jiayin's voice, "I don't want to, I don't want him to do that, but I also want to be saved, what should I do." ”

As he spoke, the masked man, a black shadow, held a whip that was not long, but there were clusters of sharp iron thorns on it, like bloody thorn flowers.

17 thorn flowers.

17 Painful Purgatory Flowers.

17 blood-sparkling flowers.

"I don't want to."

"I don't want it."

"Why should people suffer because of me?"

"Why don't I have the courage to say that I'll do it for him?!"

"I don't want to owe anyone, I don't!"

The unruly Yi Jiayin never wants to be attached to anyone or disturb anyone, she just wants to move forward and climb up through her own efforts.

Close-up of the whip cut over.

On the whip less than 2 meters, there are 17 bushes.

Through the screen, the pain is full.

"I didn't want such a relationship to be unequal, but ...... This time, I will bear with it for the time being, and I will pay it back. ”

"When the two are clear, they will be free......"

The picture disappeared, and Yi Jiayin's voice disappeared.

A big stone was stuffed into Liang Zixuan's heart.

In Yi Jiayin's eyes, are they just a relationship of debt repayment?

Liang Zixuan (my own version) heard the woman's heart, and naturally the intruder also heard it.

-Intruder: It's useless to rely on this junk device, why not be sincere?

- Liang Zixuan: You're garbage! Your devices are all garbage.

- Intruder: Childish, I didn't expect that one day I would find out, I'm so naïve!