Ay! It's miserable.,Get up early every morning and open the page to see the day's harvest.,The result is only dozens of clicks.,And the members don't click on one.,Recommend votes or those who voted for yourself.,It's a bit bleak;The book review area also hasn't recovered.,People really don't know what's wrong.,Is the subject matter not novel enough or the content isn't exciting enough.,No one can know.,I can only open the web page silently.,Think about it yourself.,It's good or bad for my own understanding.,But I still want to thank those friends who can click to read books every day.,Although I don't know who they are.,I still want to thank.,After all, let me know I'm not alone. 。 Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Yunxiao stepped on a layer again, and as soon as his feet stood still, his body immediately felt as if he had been pressed onto a sacred mountain, and even every cell, every inch of bone was pressed to make a tooth-acid clicking sound; even the state of mind of the divine consciousness was shrouded in terrible coercion, and if he was not careful, he would be doomed; Yunxiao's qi and blood were steaming, his body was sweating like a pillar, his green tendons were soaring, and his blood vessels were bursting out, which showed how powerful that pressure was.

There was a lot of magic in front of him, and the terrible ghosts and ghosts once again shrouded the sight of the clouds, and the skinning angel raised his skinning blade high; the deboned demon king stretched out the boning steel hook with a hideous smile, and the blood stains on the iron hook of Sen Han were mottled, and the whole body of Yunxiao was nailed to the cross, and the belly was opened, and the wriggling inner house could be clearly seen;

The pain-pain-the pain was so intense that Yun Xiao almost forgot about his struggle, but, strangely, his will was so clear that he couldn't turn his eyes, and he was deprived of the right to close them, and the skinning knife and the boning steel hook were getting closer and closer.

Squeak - squeak - poof

The sound of the peeling knife entering the flesh, the iron hook grinding against the skin and bone is simply terrifying, and all this is like empathy.

Ahh

Yunxiao wanted to wail, but he could only open his mouth in vain, and he couldn't make a sound at all.

-- You are guilty, you are guilty, a great sin that will never be recovered, suddenly all kinds of thoughts appeared in Yunxiao's heart, and a trace of demonic energy began to float out of Yunxiao's body.

No-I am not guilty, I am guilty, there is no one in the world who cannot be killed, I kill must be he who deserves to die, Yunxiao can't help but think of the scene when the little bloody king fought in front of Kowloon City, when the little bloody king was so arrogant, completely regarded human life as a mustard, he was saving people, he was not wrong.

-- Give me back my life -- give me back my life -- !

Suddenly, a pair of ghost hands poked out, the broken body, the head with missing eyeballs, and a pair of eye sockets dripping with blood, wanting Yunxiao to live a long life, Yunxiao even saw those people who were saved by himself at that time, and at this moment, Yunxiao's anger was a little stronger.

The clouds roared, and now he finally roared.

Suddenly, the corners of Yunxiao's eyes moved, his eyes rolled, and he actually saw the little Blood Demon King, how could he be here? Yunxiao was puzzled, only to see the evil smile on the face of the Little Blood Demon King kneading the body of the beautiful woman in his arms, he was still holding the beautiful woman in his arms here, so debauched, admiring Yunxiao's embarrassment.

Not right!

Suddenly, the ancestral aperture of Yunxiao's eyebrows shook, like a bolt of lightning tearing apart the night sky. The state of mind that was about to be torn apart in Yunxiao's heart was firm again, and the demonic qi in his body was like a rootless duckweed that immediately broke off its roots and dissipated.

Boom!

Yunxiao woke up and woke up from the terrible environment, and his eyes emitted two cold aura, flashing.

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