But the snake Ji can be so right and wrong, if it is the four demon kings, it may be soft-hearted, after all, it is a beloved sister, and the demon emperor is cold-blooded and cold-hearted, if it really puts you on the tip of the heart, it will be an eternal thing, if you don't put it on the tip of your heart, what you do is in vain.

"Useless to you." Qi Mingye glanced at the snake Ji coldly.

Is uselessness just a reason for refusal? Wouldn't you even give me a single fairy grass?

Demon Emperor, has there never been a figure of my snake queen in your heart?

Whether it's you before the amnesia or you after the amnesia, isn't it? None of them?

"Demon Emperor, what if I have to have one?" It's just a fairy grass, can't you be reluctant? Why do you want to do this to me, Demon Emperor? Why do this to me?

"Snake Queen." Qi Mingye was already a little irritable, but now the snake Ji still had to make trouble with the fairy grass, which suddenly made him even more unhappy, so he stared at her a few times like that, wanting to scold, but when he saw a little face that had been greatly wronged, he swallowed what he wanted to say.

"You drink slowly." didn't stay, didn't say anything to coax the snake queen, but indifferently left this sentence and disappeared in front of the snake queen.

Snake Ji watched him leave like that, and her strong body was paralyzed on the stool the next moment. He smiled sarcastically at himself, and tears flowed down from the corners of his eyes.

Qi Mingye didn't go anywhere, but came to the Demon Prison and came to the door of the mandala's prison.

Mandala felt that someone was coming, and when she opened her eyes, she met a pair of turquoise eyes, and she knew who it was.

"The Demon Emperor is here to see me?" Of course, the estranged tone is so obvious.

"She's fine." Qi Mingye glanced at her and gently spit out these words.

Mandala knew who the 'she' in his mouth was, and he couldn't imagine that she was still alive and well? The crippled soul is still alive, I really don't know if it's his luck or what?

"That's good, isn't it?" There is no soul scattered, at least her heart is not so blocked?

"Disappointed?" Qi Mingye continued to speak.

Mandala lowered his eyes and glanced at the scars all over his body, "What do you do?" Help her get this body back? "If that's the case, she doesn't know what greets her? She can't take the sun, can she find him? Can you?

She doesn't know? Don't know anything? I feel that in the past few months, my mind has been full of him and him every day, but I have forgotten his face, only the slight longing in my heart, the desire to find him, the desire to see him, the desire to say to him: I'm sorry, I want him to forgive, I long.

She sometimes wonders if the years of silence, the years of silence, have changed her mentality, maybe it is the past few months that have changed her mentality.

She didn't know, and she didn't want to dwell on such a question now.

Qi Mingye glanced at her silently, "Of course." "If you find a body, of course, it doesn't fit with your own body before, but now that this body is injured, and you can't confirm it, what else is wrong with that stupid woman.

Mandala had expected such an outcome for a long time.

If she was still alive, she would have to return to this body now.

Then she could be gone? It was she who used her powerful telekinesis to summon her to the underworld and possess her body.

"When?" Is she going to disappear into this world with doubts?

She is unwilling, what can she do? The arms can't twist the thighs.

Can she only be cut off now?

I didn't think that one day, she Mandala would also experience such a scene.

"Wait."

The mandala stared at the figure standing outside the prison door, a little like him, but she knew that the Demon Emperor was not him, not him.

Where the hell are you? Where the hell are you?

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