Chapter 1515: Self-proclaimed as a high person

The tears in Jingyue’s eyes are so sad, so sad.
"Hey..." Jingyue’s screaming like it penetrated all the general.
"Moon." The kind smile, looking at the eyes of Jingyue, Jing Yue, the lips trembled slightly, remembering that his father touched himself for the first time, with the palm of his old man, so cautious.
The warmth that came from the palm of my hand was that Jing Yue had never felt it.
That is the temperature of my father.
But now, nothing is gone.
All this is because of the saints, because the saints! !
Jingyue suddenly turned his head, watching all the people of the saints in the reddish eyes, with a strong murder.
"Kill! Kill them!" Jingyue suddenly raised his hand and pointed at the elders. The roaring out of the golden-green eyes was a violent murder. Xiao Yu suddenly made a sound at this moment. He flew up to the altar and blocked it in front of Jingyue.
"Yueer." Xiao Yu looked at Jingyue, frowning slightly, and looked at Jingyue with concern.
"Xiao Yu..." Jing Yue looked at Xiao Yu, who was standing in front of him. The look in his eyes could not help but fall down again. Looking at Xiao Yu, it was like the grievances of Tianda, and his lips shivered slightly. The opening said: "I want to see you..."
"Moon." Xiao Yu heard the words of Jing Yue suddenly felt a pain, and reached out to hold Jing Yue in his arms.
"Father's great revenge has been reported. If the father is aware of the spring, he will not want to see the appearance of the moon. I want to forget it. When your father said that the moon will be happy forever and ever." Xiao Yu hugged With Jingyue, gentle words are introduced into the ears of Jingyue.
Let Jing Yue’s look appear for a moment, and suddenly remembered the bits and pieces that happened in the Jing House.
"Yes, he said, he likes to watch me laugh." Jing Yue buried in Xiao Yu's arms, tears in his eyes soaked Xiao Yu's clothes.
This day is a disaster for the saints. No matter how long the time has passed, whether it is the saints who have survived the sacred, or the people who participated in this massacre, they have forever remembered this day and remembered it even more. Manipulating everyone in this massacre. ,
"Qin Bai, the destruction of the saints is all about your saints." Xiao Yu’s voice rang above this large altar.
The man in black, standing with his hands, the dark eyes of the eyes are full of cold colors, watching the crowds in the audience look at the ants, without any feelings, but there is no Any temperature.
"If it is not your saints who don't care, killing the father of the month first, how can the saints be forced to such a point, one step wrong, step by step wrong." Xiao Yu quietly looked at Qin Bai opening: "Do you understand this?"
Qin Bai looked up at Xiao Yu slightly, slowly stood up and looked at the saint in front of him, the body of the piece, the bright red blood, constantly stimulating the nerves of Qin Bai.
"Now, in this situation, can you be satisfied?" Xiao Yu once again looked at Qin Bai and said: "The saint is not invincible. In the eyes of the king, your saint is not as good as a small country!"
"Just because of a voyeurism, do you think you can do anything?" Xiao Yu’s words are like magic spells that have been so clearly audible in Qin Bai’s ears:
Away from the world, Self-proclaimed as an expert."