Chapter 1881: Nanhao Wang's killer wife (62)

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Only for a moment, the original dark sky gradually lit up.
Nan Yi's eyebrows squinted, and looked at the whole body and clothes in front of him without an intact Luo dust, and actually frowned.
The bright red blood fell down by drop, and she saw her blinking, and blinked at him and said, "Are you Nanyi?"
Because the system said it was too vague, so she was not sure whether the blood it said was his own blood or the blood of Nanyi.
Of course, in the uncertain case, she must first test her own blood.
I saw the next second, Nan Yizhen slowly got up, his eyebrows locked, step by step toward her.
"Well..." Luo whispered, and raised his dagger and tried to traverse his arm.
As everyone knows, he directly caught her dagger. The right hand picked up the jacket that was scattered on the bedside and put it directly on her.
"you……"
"I am sorry……"
Just listening to ‘哐当’, he held her in his arms and held her tightly:
I’m sorry, sorry.

For Nan Yizhen, this moment is a complete memory separation.
Except for the sorry, he didn't know what else to say to her. It seems that only sorry, can express all the feelings in his heart.
"That's good, you broke the story I wrote." An ethereal voice came over the top of the head.
Luo was shocked and licked his lips: "Hey..."
Between the electric and the Flint, Nan Yizhen quickly let her go, and she was behind her, looking at her with a vigilant look: "We are here to find you, why not show up, set up such a script."
"Because I don't believe in the world when I can't love it, someone can break through the obstacles." The next second, the surrounding scene changes instantly, and the original red silk high-hanging room turns into a white snow.
Nan Yi wrinkled his frown, and his mouth raised a very light smile: "Can't the world of illusion be warmer? I worry that my king will catch cold."
幻 From the snow, the illusion of the adult shape, a month of white brocade, look at them with clear eyes.
She is not like a demon at all, but rather like a beautiful and refined god.
It seems that everything in this world is inferior to anything in front of her.
"You are so kind." He walked forward, his delicate face with a touch of tenderness, and looked at them: "I like you very much."
Her eyes were filled with a touch of sorrow, and there were heavy stories buried under clear eyes.
"There is something about four hundred years ago, I want to hear your version." Luo Dust asked his eyes on the cockroach's body.
"I love him, I love him very much." I heard the words, suddenly smiled, and smiled so brightly.
Only for a moment, the snow of the original white mans became a raging fire. She smiled madly, and the bleakness in laughter.
"But she doesn't love me, but she uses my ability to save Luoyao." He yelled: "I don't want to save her, but I can't bear to reject him."
"Saved Luo Yao."
"Luoya was seriously injured because of a battle. I used my to save her, but the man...he still lost me..." Her voice was as desolate as the first in four hundred years. Once I have talked, I am emotionally upset.
"It’s been four hundred years, what do you think now?" The hot heat around her makes her breath a little short, and she can only go straight to the subject.
"You two can only leave one." He carried the squat: "The other is to stay with me forever."