Remember [花香 居 www.kanshushenzhan.com] in one second, to provide you with wonderful novel reading. "Don't you die early or late?" Mo Wuzhen evoked a pale **** lips with a smile, a rare self-poisonous tongue.

His eyes were deep, and he looked into the void, saying, "I want more time to come back, so that I can return to the time when I first met Di Fuyao. At that time, I will treat her well and stop angering her. Meaning. "

"That's what you said." A cold female voice suddenly came from outside the cave.

Both were stunned and looked stiffly at the entrance of the cave, and saw the red-clad emperor walking in slowly.

"Ghost !!!" The Eastern Festival jumped at her subconsciously when she saw her familiar and stunning looks.

Mo Wuzhen froze, staring blankly at her.

"you……"

"I just came out of **** and came to ask for your lives." Emperor Fu said in a dark voice.

The Eastern Festival has exploded, and wants to cry without tears: "Small, little help shake you, don't do this, I know I'm sorry, I shouldn't deceive you, but I don't want to die!"

Emperor Fu shook his face somberly and grinned viciously: "No, I am too lonely under **** by yourself, you must accompany me."

"I'll stay with you." Mo Wuzhen said suddenly.

Di Fuyao looked at him and saw that his eyes were already crystal clear.

"Will it be too late to accompany now," she said with a smile.

The Eastern Ceremony reacted after knowing it, feeling shocked, "You are not dead!"

"Oriental Pavilion Lord seems to be disappointed"

"No no no! I, I have no intention! I just feel so happy!"

Xiao Fuyao didn't die, it was really great!

The Eastern Festival does not know whether to laugh or cry.

At the beginning of the night, Zhongyuan looked for him, and he also said that Di Fuyao was dead. He tied Ye Zhongyuan with anger and threw him into the death continent. .

Unexpectedly, Di Fuyao didn't die at all. So, did n’t he suffer in vain on the dead continent?

"I'm sorry." Mo Wuyi looked at her calmly, and finally said these three words to her.

He thought he couldn't tell her apologies for this life.

Fortunately, she is still alive, and he can apologize to her for the owe.

Emperor Fu shook his face indifferently, and rolled up his sleeves as he said, "If an apology is useful, why should we use force?"

"Ah," the Eastern offering was puzzled, "Xiao Fuyao, what are you doing?"

"Why kill you!" Di Fu shouted a roar, and raised his fist and smashed it up.

After a violent storm-like society beating, the oriental festival with a swollen nose and a swollen face completely lost its temper. Both hands were holding their earlobe, holding their heads, squatting in the corner, and raised her small eyes to look at her poorly.

Emperor Fu smiled, "Why, not convinced yet"

The Oriental Festival suddenly cried without tears: "Xiao Fuyao, I, I was wrong, I shouldn't count you! You're right, I should fight!"

Mo Wuzhen was stunned. The oriental sacrifice he remembered was always awe-inspiring. Even if he fell to death on the continent, it was indomitable, but he did not expect that the beating by the emperor made the oriental sacrifice unruly, so a proud one. The person becomes the egg, is still the poorest, the weakest

, The most helpless kind.

"You beat me too."

"My hands are sore, but don't worry, I'll settle accounts with you sooner or later." Di Fu shook his eyes at him, "what's going on with my legs?"

Dongfang Ji volunteered to raise his hand and said, "After Brother Mo and I fell into the dead continent, when he was still unconscious, Warcraft struck and wiped out his legs a little bit."

He still remembers that when he found Mo Wudi, his terrible tragic situation was a nightmare that could not wake up.

Looking at Brother Mo's **** broken leg, he felt pain in himself, but Brother Mo didn't even cry about a pain, and he tore his robe and wrapped the broken leg to stop the bleeding.

Later, in order to save Brother Mo's life, he went to find a lot of herbs. Fortunately, the dead continent is extremely rich in resources, and finding a herb to continue his life is not a problem.

After Di Fu shaking his thoughts for a moment, he took out an elixir from the portable space and threw it to Mo Wudi.

Mo Wuzhuo, he can see that this Dan is the holy medicine for healing. Although he can't grow new limbs, he can completely save his life and treat his internal injuries.

"I did so much to you, why didn't you kill me?" Mo Wuyi's hoarse voice choked a little.

It doesn't matter if she kills him or beats him, it always makes him feel better.

But she didn't, and gave herself the healing potion.

"It's too cheap to kill you." Di Fu said lightly: "I want you."

Mo Wuyu was stunned, and a pale flush appeared on the face of Jun as pale as snow.

Di Fu continued to say, "I want you and your supremacy, and I will only use it in the future."

The Eastern Festival whispered bb, "It's ruthless."

"Huh," Emperor Fu shook with a smile and said, "Are you ruthless, Dongfang Pavilion Master?"

"I just want him to be under the influence, and only let him work, but you want life, in comparison, who is cruel"

Although it was the Oriental Festival and Mo Wudi who counted her, it was also her power to agree to surrender her faith. If she persisted, even if everyone around her was infected with the plague, she would not surrender. How is she.

Therefore, in fact, there is nothing right or wrong between the two sides, but their positions are different.

The reason she was upset was because she regarded the two as friends, but the fire calculated by her friends couldn't let go.

She can let Mo Wuzhen go, but in the future Mo Wuzhen and his supremacy will be used by her to make up for her.

The Eastern Festival was stunned and refuted.

Mo Wuxi finally smiled and nodded, "Okay, I promise you."

"You took the elixir and I will take you out." Di Fuyao said.

The Oriental Festival heard the words, and the eyes suddenly lighted up. Fart bumped forward, "Little Fuyao, you have a way out, can you bring me?"

Di Fu shouted a sneer, "It's the worst of you to bring you something. You'll do all the bad ideas. You can treat me and reflect on it!"

Dongfang Festival hugged Mo Wuxi unwillingly, and said, "I don't care! Brother Mo and I were thrown in together, and we have to go out together! Life and death must be together!"

Emperor Fu shook his eyes slightly, swiping his sleeves and sweeping, and the Oriental Ceremony was fixed there by a force of imprisonment.

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When I lived in the West Chu Kingdom, you saved my life. Although there was a purpose, I never owed you. She tossed him a bag, and said indifferently, "It should be returned, I have already returned it." "

The Eastern Festival was crying anxiously, "Xiao Fuyao! I really know it is wrong, please take me out!"

Di Fu shook his lips and smiled, "Want to go out, yes, as long as you can live until the next time I come back, I will take you out."

The Eastern Festival said poorly, "You can't be so biased."

"Mo Wuyi gave me the fruit of life and helped me a lot. What about you? You only gave me a poisonous body."

"I ..." He was ashamed and speechless.

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