The origin of the painting heart is clean and neat, the first time I feel that it is difficult to leave and right, and it is difficult to cuckold my husband to be a beast, so it can be seen that death is not as good as a beast.

She was in a dilemma, but with light and dust, she laughed softly, a little weak, "You go." ”

With that, he let go of her and struggled to straighten up, his eyes weeping blood, and the corners of his lips were hooked with a touch of thrilling, like a demon from hell.

The painting heart was stunned for a moment, and then silent for a moment, and then sighed, her mood was as bad as a mess, she gathered her clothes, got up and walked out.

But she still ran into walls everywhere and couldn't get out.

When he returned to the pharmacy, Heguang Tongchen curled up in the corner again, still holding the Buddha beads she gave him, his whole body trembled a little frighteningly, and even the pores of his skin were oozing red blood.

If this continues, he will really die!

Huaxin stood aside, but he couldn't help leaning over and hugging him.

"Why did you come back again. He Guang Tongchen leaned against her arms and gasped heavily.

Huaxin glanced at him lightly and said, "I still can't get out, it seems that it is destined to be like this." ”

The man in his arms fell into silence again.

"Dusty ......" she looked at him carefully, the more she looked at it, the more heartbroken she became, he was so hard to support, far beyond the limit of a normal person.

What is he holding onto?

She knew that he definitely didn't care about breaking the vows or not, so what did he care?

When the beads hurt her flesh and the blood soaked the placket of her chest, she finally made up her mind, leaned over and lifted his face, snatched the beads from his hand and threw them away, along with his bloody monk's robe.

"The Buddha can't save you, I am your salvation. ”

She didn't know if she wanted him to accept her fate, or if she wanted her to accept her fate.

He Guang Tongchen was suddenly picked up by the painting heart, and seemed to be a little frightened, he lowered his head, tried to shrink himself into a small ball, hesitated, and finally spoke, "You will regret it." ”

"I don't regret it. ”

Huaxin let go of him, and began to untie his clothes, and Guang Tongchen suddenly raised his head and opened his eyes, and for a moment, the four eyes were facing each other.

She took the initiative to approach him and kiss him, and she saw the blood in his eyes fade and fade into a thick black, like a mist about to swallow her.

At last he stretched out a hand to her, pale and slender, with distinct joints, and embraced her with a terrifying warmth and irresistible force.

He closed his eyes again, and turned passive into active, and his voice was so weak and hoarse that her heart trembled, "I am only willing to let go once, but you yourself refuse to go, Xin'er, it's me, I'm back......"

Before the painting could be understood, he had already been picked up and placed on the soft couch by him, and when he pressed it down naked, the tears in the corners of her eyes finally slipped down.

She never thought that one day things would happen like this, she couldn't escape, but she couldn't help but look forward to and blame, why hasn't her Junyi come yet?

She hoped that her god of war would come with a golden light to rescue her, and also to save the light and dust.

Gentle as water with the light, he kissed her gently, intertwined his fingers with her, and when he kissed the tears on her face, he paused stiffly, he understood that she was still unwilling in the end!

She shouted in her heart: Junyi, Junyi......

As if her heart was sensitive, He Guang Tongchen gently kissed the tears from the corners of her eyes, and responded, "I'm here, I'm ......"

Huaxin was stunned for a few seconds, a little unable to see the situation clearly, and said in confusion, "Dust?"

"Shhh......h