Chapter 1601: Little tree

The evil dragon saw Saburo with a sullen expression, but the words in his mouth still said to Yange: "How could it be, how could Tianyan Shenmu have no heart? Did you give the heart to this human, or did you give it to him? "
It seems that this reasoning is appropriate.
She had a stern expression and was full of suffocation all over her.
A scale in his hand became a long sword, rushing towards Saburo and Yange.
"Be obedient to surrender Tianyan Shenmuxin, otherwise, I want you to die without a burial place!"
It was also at this time that the thunder rolled from far to near.
Through the window, you can see the dark sky outside.
The sky was clear and clear, and the dark clouds were at the top, and the lightning flashed.
A sky mine suddenly hit the feet of the evil dragon.
Although she did not hurt the evil dragon, she changed her eyes.
As if remembering something, she turned her head, staring desperately at the sky.
Panic in his eyes became panic and panic.
The next moment, she turned her head and stared angrily at the song, with a stern voice: "He wants me to swear in heaven, and if I do something to hurt you, I won't remember him for the rest of my life."
She stared at Yange, muttering in her mouth: "How is it possible, how can the heavenly way manage such a broken thing, how is it possible!"
The evil dragon at this moment, she looked desperate and panic, and the voice of yelling was grieved and grieved: "He deliberately, he knows you have no heart, he knows that I will dig your heart, he is intentional, he deliberately seduced me Such an oath, he knows that Heaven will take an oath. "
"How can he do this."
"How can he do this!"
The ashes disappeared, the bones remained.
Even the memories that belonged to the two of them in her mind would be taken back together.
The evil dragon cried low, but just cryed and laughed again.
She was afraid of remembering him in the future, was she afraid she would be hurt because of him?
Who does he think he is? Who does he think he is!
Why did he do it!
The evil dragon wants to scold him, scolds him by the neck and scolds him not to be affectionate.
But now, he hadn't even left the bones.
Even without a moment's effort, even her hatred at this moment would not be left behind.
Yange was lying in Saburo's arms, and his chest was blurred by the flesh stirred by the evil dragon's hand.
Saburo's aura caused her wound to heal quickly.
But the pain was not relieved at all.
She kept looking at the evil dragon who cried and laughed.
The evil dragon cried, and took a few steps back to overthrow the bamboo table in the room.
He made the bamboo table.
He clanged every day, he made the chairs, stools, tables, large and small pieces in the room.
In the needlework basket on the table, he made a mule of clothes.
When there is no child, he will remove the grilled fish and barbecue, just to sew a dress for her.
The way he threaded the needle made her obsessed
He nailed a large cabinet, which was full of clothes he made for her.
Later he had children and he started making clothes for them.
Small clothes and big clothes, spring, summer, autumn and winter colored clothes, one by one, many, many.
He is tireless.
The evil dragon stopped crying and smiled. She looked at the colorful clothes scattered all over the place, but in her mind was the picture of him sitting at the table making clothes.
He was always doing it, so he tilted his head to see her foolishly.
She pretended to be angry at him, and he rolled out half the clothes and asked her if she looked good and had any suggestions.
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The evil dragon fell to the ground in a few steps, to grab those clothes, to grab the memories.