Chapter 903: You are dead!

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The voice can indeed be fake. If she is not present, she thinks that it is really the voice she made, the shameless language... It makes people feel cold when they think about it.
Unless she goes to find a few demon people, she can prove her innocence.
If she realized early that the impact on Jimo was so serious, she would have to go back and find the few demon people, but now where do I find those demon people?
This is simply a hundred words, and he is not clear about it. How to explain that he does not listen, he has already confirmed.
I saw that the end of the ink came to her.
The illusion is very tense, and it is a few steps back toward the door. It is full of fear and anger. It is more sad and disappointing, and tears flow. "Moto, you have to take off our children, you will kill me first."
"Xiaoyan, hey, hey, it’s still small, it won’t be very painful..." It’s a glimpse of the ink in the ink.
Immediately, indifferent.
The illusion of the face feels that there seems to be something in the stomach, and it seems to be afraid of it.
Before Master woke her up, she didn't even know she was pregnant. She only felt that she could eat especially, and there was no abnormal reaction in her stomach.
Now, it is only beginning to have a feeling.
This is her baby, she and the baby of Jimo, she will not allow anyone to hurt her!
"Jimo, you are dead! Baby, I must be born, you don't want it, I want it..."
Said, the illusion turned toward the door of the dark incense pavilion, striding.
I was caught by Moya, and she was caught in her arms. "Xiaoyan, don't be self-willed. I don't want this child. Now take the child and rest for a few months. When your master closes, we can get married."
His voice was gentle, his hand was very gentle on her body, and gradually slipped.
Sliding over her belly, across the fabric, the illusion of the face can feel the coldness of his palm, freezing her cold.
He is really telling the truth, moving his heart, trying to take the child away is not a joke.
Disappointment, pain, sorrow, anger, grievances... all came to my heart, and she never wanted to communicate with him anymore.
Both of them need to calm down first.
When I got a chance, her people disappeared into the arms of Jimo and entered the space.
Give Jimo the rest of a dilapidated mini bowl.
Jimo pinched his fist, face like ice, could not help but screamed, "Xiaoyan! You come out!"
Afterwards, an unspeakable grief was hidden in the depths of the black scorpion. He sat awkwardly on the collapsed, and seemed to be relieved, so that he could hide into the space. He was afraid that he could not resist the impulse now. What will be done irreparable.
The magic gas is in the body, and it will almost erupt. I want to crush the bowl in the palm of my hand and force the illusion to come out...
No, no, it will hurt her. He just wants to get rid of that kind of donkey and doesn't want to hurt her.
Jimo’s knees sat down and he remembered the meditation.

The illusion of the head in the space has already become a tear.
When you cry, "Yumya, what is your look? Your children can't recognize it, is your brain smeared? You don't want to care about you for a lifetime... oh..."
"The few wild wolf demon species, you will be beaten by five thunders, it is disgusting..."
"...In the end, who is looking for these monsters, don't let me find out, you will die very badly!"