Vol 2 Chapter 3971: Reborn witch: the path of the Queen of the Phoenix Kings (34)

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The snow in the sky is getting bigger and bigger, and Yan Ying’s face is getting more and more ugly.
It turned out that this biggest secret is not only Luo Dingchen knows, Ning Shuixin also knows.
Then if she died here today, it would be a good thing.
"I don't know -" Ning Shuixin bit his teeth: "I only know that this may be an ulterior secret, but I don't know what it is!"
She is arrogant and doesn't look like she is lying.
But no matter what she knows or doesn't know, Luo Dianchen doesn't care.
I saw her slightly turning and looking at Song Qing’s cold road: "Where are you, do you want to choose someone?"
However, all the attention of Song Qinghan is not at this point.
He is still in love with the money, watching the dust, and the love between the eyebrows.
"Choose it." Her cold opening, without a trace of temperature.
For a long time, Song Qinghan said with a smile: "I choose myself."
His deep-eyed look, like the extreme dust, is the negative person, not him.
"Okay!" Luo shrugged and shrugged: "Since all three of you are..."
"No-" The next second, Ning Shui’s heart was in front of him and looked at Luo’s dust:
I chose the king! This should be the same choice for two people!

"Ning Shuixin, you shut up -" Yan Yingying said: "Wang is so loved by you, you actually..."
"Love?" Ning Shuixin sneered, tears fell down by drop: "You asked him, did he really love me? You can only say to the heart of the river, you love me." I can die for you right away..."
She married Song Qinghan, this life is the wife of Song Qinghan. Although she is greedy and afraid of death, she can't do anything to push her husband out to die.
But now she did it...
She loves Song Qinghan and really loves him. She thought that at least he also had a little affection for her.
No, nothing...
"I haven't loved it."
At this moment, Song Qinghan suddenly became extraordinarily straightforward, and no longer like the former, for his own power, talking about the words of the heart.
He said what he wanted to say.
"Ah--" I saw the next second of Ningshui’s screaming scream: "Why, why is it... I am as good as you, why are you... Have you ever loved her?"
From beginning to end, Luo's dusty look is very calm, without a trace of waves.
She is like watching a play for the original owner and watching a play that they kill each other.
She can't say how beautiful the scene is, but it looks very cool.
"Maybe you can't use the word 'love'." Song Qing Han closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "Because maybe it hasn't..."
I don't know why, listening to Song Qinghan can be described as a deep confession, and Luo Ding's heart feels so ridiculous.
More big is ridicule...
"What is the voice of the Palace of the Virgin, who is it?"
I don’t know which father’s voice sounded, Luo’s dusty eyebrows twitched, but with a touch of sneer at the corner of his mouth, he lifted the phoenix sword and cut down a pair of arms of Ning Shuixin’s arm:
Today’s first Take your hands and you want to complain."
"Ah----" a loud voice sounded and rang through the silent night sky.
The sound fell, and Luo Dust took a leap and went straight to the palace to leave the palace.