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But then the Holy City is full of fascinating fascination with the wild species of the demon species, not the blood of the Moya!

It’s just that there is no reason, who is Moya? That is the hope and glory of Jimo!

How can a woman be tarnished by his reputation!

If it weren't for his identity, he would like to disappear.

Therefore, for the departure of the illusion, he is indulgent, leaving, just to let the Moya wake up.

Who can know that the rumor is that the singer is a ghost!

The child of the woman who is fascinated by the illusion is not only the blood of the Jimo family, but also the qualification is comparable to the ink.

The hope of such a future generation of Jimo was ruined by his temporary indulgence.

Jimo's impermanent intestines must be repented.

He already does not know how to face the ancestors in the future!

I don't even know how to face the end of the ink, thinking about it, a glimpse of the color of the decision, and after a few quick orders, I was slightly relieved.

In the house.

"Uncle sir -" that Moya looked at Lai Sheng with a bit of enthusiasm.

Lai Sheng sighed, his hand waved, an enchantment shrouded the house, and the outside people could no longer perceive the half-minute movement in the house.

This is a gesture: "Feed blood."

Jimo's eyes are bright, his blood, it is indeed healing the holy treasure, as long as the child can be saved, even let him let go of the whole body of blood!

Without hesitation, the finger was swiped, and the blood with the fragrant smell ran down the fingers. The room was full of tempting blood.

Even the people who have been cultivated like Lai Sheng can't help but feel the temptation to get rid of the attraction of blood.

Jimo Ya thought very thoughtful, the child is still small, so cut the finger, just put it into the child's mouth.

Lai Sheng's other hand, injecting spiritual power into the child's body, let his mouth open, using the spirit to slide the blood down the throat.

The finger is bleeding, so that the healing power of the ink, and soon the wound will heal.

A finger is healed, that is, the eyebrows of the ink eye are not wrinkled, and the next finger is pushed, and the spiritual power is urged to make the blood flow faster.

However, the tea kungfu, that is, the face of Moya is pale.

Lai Sheng did not open, that is, Moya naturally would not stop, until all ten fingers were scratched, and the wound was healed again, that is, the brow of the ink brow was wrinkled, and the wrist was about to be opened.

Lai Sheng finally said: "Enough!"

The blood volume of the genius is almost enough for the blood of the child in the arms. When the blood enters the child's body, it is led by his spiritual power to all the limbs, and all the rest are in the child's belly.

Seeing that the child's little belly is bulging, and then looking at the ink, his face is pale, shivering and biting his teeth, and the anger in Lai Sheng's heart dissipated.

Signal to Jimo to go to rest.

Where is the end of the ink, willing to rest assured, only looking at Lai Sheng, revealing the color of seeking.

Lai Sheng is only doing everything to listen to the fate of life, and does not want to let the next generation of Jimo’s young talents die like this, so they are desperate.

There is no certainty in the heart.

Therefore, I can only shake my head: "Look at God's will, this Holy Spirit can't guarantee that this method must be effective. It is only your blood nourishment. This Holy Spirit is kept warm with the secret method. If you are pity, I am a Mohist, maybe you can go against the sky once. - "There is no expectation in the tone, with a bit of depression.

Jimo did not dare to say more, just look at the children in Lai Shenghuai, do not know whether his illusion, or his hope, he always felt that Wuqing on the child's face seems to have faded.