Buel reached out and touched the hot temperature, and his heart was not good. Just as he was about to stop it, a heart-rending cry came from the depths of the dungeon, the last scream of a dying man, piercing through the slender dungeon to the outside world.

The Sui shuddered, the last clarity in his brain was wiped out, and a mouthful of blood trickled down from between his fingers.

Solomon, it was dark all of a sudden.

Countless creatures were manipulated by this sweet smell and rushed to the dungeon.

That's power! Eat it······

The robe rolled, but in an instant, Arte Chenxi arrived beside her, and without looking at Buel, who was holding himself on the side, he immediately held the Sui people, laid down a heavy barrier and hurriedly said: "What's wrong with you?!"

The Sui's eyes were red, and he raised his palms high in fascination, but he couldn't fight them.

"Why did you kill her?!"

But Yat Chenxi didn't answer, and it had been a long time since they had met so close to him that he could see the problem. He ruffled her hair, sniffed it, and said, "Why do you have such a strong pansy smell? She did it! She dared to do something to you while I was not with you!"

"No wonder the 'King's Blessing' didn't stop, it took so long to infiltrate little by little!

But the Sui people couldn't hear it, and she gritted her teeth and looked at the enemy as if she were stubbornly asking: "Why did you kill her! You promised me that you would not kill people again, why did you kill them again and again!"

"You need to calm down now, you're too affected by pansies, and your body is probably wrong. Atdusty wiped out the blood that had spread on the ground, suppressed the secret longing and anger in her heart, and forcibly hugged Sui for fear that she would hurt herself. "Let's go!"

"Marbus! go check the Queen's bedchamber!"

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In the ice-blue icicle, a small mutilated flower has lost all its color. She couldn't hear the commotion outside, and she couldn't see what she was like before she died. But at the moment when her consciousness was shattered, somehow Merlot suddenly remembered a long, long time ago, when she was still in the world. At that time, it was difficult for the flowers and plants in the world to give birth to spiritual intelligence, and she grew up in a place like a mountain cliff where no one had set foot.

When she met her master, he was collecting materials in the human world, trying to make his "white" more perfect.

The wind stole around and kissed the side of his cheek mischievously, the rubbing of the leaves in praise of the handsome man.

The little flower of the nascent spirit couldn't tell the difference between humans and the demon king at all, and secretly stretched out her feet to touch this person.

Unexpectedly, he grabbed her along the roots of the earth, not only did he not blame her, but also asked gently: "I am from Solomon, are you willing to follow me?"

Solomon's fame pervades all the demons and demons in the world, but it does not pervade this barren mountain cliff. The little flower was ignorant and asked, "Solomon, will he be better looking than you?"

"Your flower is interesting, in it, I am the most unsightly, so would you rather follow me or follow Solomon?"

The little flower bloomed gently, revealing its trembling stamens and swaying, "Okay, I, I will always follow you, I will still dance!

The whistling mountain wind inexplicably became gentle, and he bent down and stretched out his hand and smiled: "Okay, then let's go." ”

His eyes are so beautiful! Xiaohua snorted.

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