Chapter 1492: What kind of cause, what is the result?

[People, don't have a chance to be lucky, and don't do bad things, because you are addicted and you are hurt yourself. 】
"The are all you, all of you." Duan Mulun's cloaked, sullen, sullen, quietly screaming, cursing in his mouth.
"If you didn't seduce me, you wouldn't have those things. It's all you, why don't you die?"
Anxious, picking up the broken bowl at hand and squatting toward the head of Jing Jing.
Qu Jingshan wants to resist, but has not eaten anything for a long time, the body has no strength at all.
Plus Duan Mulun is in the madness, the strength is not at all she can shake.
"How, swearing, still want to resist, I don't know how to live and die." Duan Mulun's hands were aggravated, and the more fragile bowl was directly broken.
Holding the pieces in his hand, he scraped his face toward Jing Jingshan’s face: "Do you not like to seduce a man? See how you seduce if you have no face."
"Ah!" Jingjingshan screamed, her eyes were full of fear, and the burning pain came from her face.
"Ah, please, eight emperors, please let me go, let me go."
The hand is trying to block the debris that is constantly coming to the face. The gray face is so ugly under the nourishment of the blood.
Duan Mulun smiled madly, and had a good face, and it was terrible.
"Let you let go, let go of who you let me go, you are a dead man." It was just a stroke and it was down, this time directly from the nose to the left face.
The wounds of flesh and blood fluttered in a moment, and the sputum of the sputum was so painful that the painful nerves collapsed.
It hurts, it hurts, who will save her, who will save her, she does not want to die, she does not want to die.
Du Mulun seems to have found some fun toys, staring at Jing Jingshan's eyes brighter.
I looked at the pieces in my hand and looked at Jing Jingshan again. I opened my mouth and smiled very happy.
But this is the appearance, scared, Jing Jingshan shivered, the body instinctively retreating, want to escape from this scene, can be smashed to death, can not move.
"No, no, no, no, ah, ah."
Looking at the big hand that stretched out to myself, I couldn't help but scream.
Du Mulun is the louder the voice of Jing Jingshan, the more horrified the performance, the more excited he is.
Pulling on the clothes on her body, squatting, peeling off under three or two, leaving only close-fitting clothing.
Looking at the clean and delicate skin in front of me, the morbidity in my eyes is getting worse.
"What are you doing, ah!" The last strength of Jing Jingshan was smashed into the ground and the pieces fell to the ground.
Looking at the bright red blood flowing out, Duan Mulun squatted down and licked his tongue.
Once the blood is no longer flowing, he uses the pieces to make another hole, as if he used this as a game, and he played it.
When Jing Jingshan was conscious, the only remaining was unwillingness and resentment.
She was born to be ignored, she is not reconciled, is the child of Hou Ye, she will not see anyone, so she wants revenge.
She was very happy and very happy to see that the family was dead.
But why did she not find her death, but also to destroy her everything, now it is falling to this point, she is not satisfied.
If... If there is another chance, she must kill her and find the monk.
There is also the ungrateful dog thing of Duan Mulun, who are not allowed to die, not to die.
In the unwillingness to close his eyes, Jing Jingshan, in the end, lived in resentment.
But she never thought about who caused it all, and if she was not counting her father, she would never be loved.
After growing up, if she was not the first to be born with evil thoughts, she did the killing of the loyal Houfu, and how could she kill her.
After all, it’s just that she is self-sufficient.
Du Mulun seems to have never found the body owner who is still being teased by him, and his breath is weak to almost no.
He is like a tireless collector of honey. After a while, the body of Jing Jingshan is full of blood.
Dirty weedy palace, the other side is still beautiful, even if the wolverine did not make her flustered, only those eyes lost light.
But when I saw that I was afraid of holding my own Duanmu Rong in the corner, I immediately ridiculed.
"Duanmu Yurong, have you ever thought that one day will become like this?" She thought about it, thinking about it when she decided to kill this thing.
However, it is a little different from her expectations. If it is unsuccessful, it will be killed by Duanmu Rong, but it is still quite good now.
Although her family has been copied, all her loved ones have been distributed, but at least they have lost their lives.
Anyway, it’s better to die than to die. Who knows what will happen in the future, maybe it will turn over.
Duanmu Rongrong has already flattened the edges and corners for more than a month. The obese body has not been able to eat well during this time, and there is great concern.
The cheeks of the cheeks and the dark eye bags are enough to show how bad he is.
Although he still wore a robe, he could not feel the slightest happiness, because it was a sneer and a revenge against him.
He imprisoned him that year, and now he pulled him from the throne and was imprisoned.
The red fruit is telling him that even if he sat in that position for more than twenty years, he would have to lean on as long as he thought.
He hates it, but he is not reconciled, but he also understands that it is a foregone conclusion. Nobody wants to turn over.
Even if time is coming back, he will choose to go on this road, but this time, he will directly kill him, and will never give him the opportunity to hinder himself.
"It’s all this time, I’m still looking forward to it. It’s no wonder that even if you sit in that position, you can only rely on others to hold it to you. It’s pathetic and sad.

The nobles played with their nails as if she were not in deep trouble.
"You shut up, you are a monk, you think you are good to go." Duanmu Rong was stunned and his eyes were red.
"Oh..." Gui said with a sneer, beckoning to his already crazy son.
"The emperor, come, there is a toy here, don't just play that one, it's easy to play dead, you won't have to play after you die."
With confusing words, I immediately attracted Du Mulun who was still drinking blood on Jing Jingshan.
"After the mother, what?" Raised his head, the red-stained blood basin, and let Duanmu Rong, who had a bad premonition, sway.
"You...speak, you have to do something." Seeing her finger pointing at herself, Duanmu Rong was even more panicked.
The same weak and unrelenting body, struggling to get up, want to escape the madness that has come towards him.
But he is the full-fledged Du Mulun opponent who eats every day, and he rushes directly to him and bites his neck.
"Ah!!!" The horrified screams shook the roof.
I have been watching the lively search and Duanmu Kirin on the roof. I finally looked at their end, looked at each other and left quietly.
What kind of cause, what fruit, what is the same.