But he still took a trace of luck, staring at Chu Tianlin proudly, and asked: "What do you mean?"

Chu Tianlin smiled and called it a sinister, slowly walked into the side of the dust, his hands on the back, not too slow to say: "Do you have an answer in your own heart? Since you have forgotten the previous things It’s time for you to restore your memory.” How can he allow his own pieces to have memories that do not belong to him? And still have deep hostility towards him?

The dust seems to feel the intention of Chu Tianlin, the subconscious turn and leave, the speed is so fast that Chu Tianlin is a little surprised, then the cold cold haha ​​laughed twice, watching the dust leaving Direction: "Dark Elf! You are the elf born by this gentleman. Do you think you can escape the palm of your hand?" Chu Tianlin disappeared in the same place.

The dust is just running hard. He knows that he can't beat the man who is wearing black clothes. He wants to go back. He wants to kiss her. He disappears. Will the mother kiss him? Will you worry about him?

The dust that is running away, the heart keeps rushing out of Yi's smiling face, she laughs so happy and happy, so gentle and charming.

The heart of the dust, the fluttering of the plop, the jump can be slowed down as he fled.

I don't know where I ran, the dust stopped, and I looked anxiously in the infinite hell. He was anxious.

"How can mothers not worry about me? Mother loves me so much, can't love me, can't not worry about me, can't miss me."

The dust did not breathe and slaps himself. He said, "What are I thinking about? It’s **** it." Looking back at the dust, ignorantly patrolling around: "Where is this? I can still see her." Dear?"

The dusty eyes are red and the nose is rustling. It seems that as long as they are wronged, it is estimated that they will cry.

"No! I must go out. I am going to find my mother. I must not let the big wicked find me. If he catches me, he will definitely do something to me." The dust pouted and fixedly looked at it. Said on the ground.

......

In addition to a distance away from Lanze and Lanyi, it is staring at the "Hell's Flower" for fear that as long as one blinks, "Hell's Flower" will be taken away.

"Iceberg face! When will this flower bloom in the end?" Lan Yi said boringly, and wanted to touch the flower of **** with his hand, but never did, but reached out and pointed his finger at it: "You see that it has to be finished, and it will bloom in the last minute, but it suddenly stops at this step."

Lan Yi is really speechless. This **** flower is like a saga. It knows that it will be picked after it blooms, so it is in the last step, and it has no movement.

Lan Ze gently took over Lan Yi and patted his shoulder: "Xiao Yi! Don't worry, flower, after all, there is a scene full of blooming, we are here to guard, is it afraid that it will not open?"

Lan Yi nodded carelessly, staring at the flower of hell. "Also! Iceberg face! We have to pay attention, we can't let this flower go too far, it must be taken when it is most vigorously opened, otherwise it will not have its unique effect."

Lan Zeyun’s light wind “lightly”. "Xiao Yi! Let's take a break! Now I can stare at it."