Chapter 2301: Love through the millennium (45)

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"No--" Feng Linger screamed, shaking his head desperately, and his face was incredulous: "Impossible, impossible, impossible-"
how can that be possible!
The man who did not hesitate to become a winemaker from the destiny!
When everyone was turned away from her and left her, only he resolutely accompanied her!
She did not believe that she said nothing in the ink night.
"The banquet in the Mid-Autumn Festival, the man you said into your eyes, and he cruised with him." The night of the night is colder, he almost looked at Feng Linger with a hateful look: "That For those who want to swallow your sword with your boat, you forget it very quickly."
Feng Linger stunned for a long time.
She did not have any impression of the person mentioned in the ink night.
Just remember someone who swallowed a sword and spit some blood, making her feel sick and nausea.
Generally speaking, she does not want to remember this disgusting picture too clearly. So even if you try to think back, you can still remember some fragmentary pieces.
"Look at your look, you shouldn't remember it." The ink night carefully guarded Luo behind the dust, looking at her with a cold face: "My brother, just for you to die here."
In this desolate place, life passes by little by little.
Even so, he did not become a ghost, he was forgiven Feng Linger.
"So you approach me..." Feng Linger looked at the night with a look of horror: "Is it to kill me?"
"Yes. Letting you suffer from torture is my commitment to leisure."
A row of blood and tears ran down slowly, and Feng Linger couldn't stop shaking.
It turns out that every deep affection is in order to kill her.
It turned out that she was the one who was kept in the dark and didn't even die.
"So you and Luo Dust--" Feng Linger stunned him and said: "Do you like her?"
Luo dusted his eyebrows and shook his right hand. He lifted his right hand and licked his clothes.
Ink night without hesitation, the hand back: "Yes."
[叮 - Good feeling plus ten, task completion is 70%. 】
Finally, finally able to desperately beside her now, holding her hand.
Things that you once wanted to do but could not do.
Nowadays, it is realized.
If Feng Linger did not feel desperate when she died, then at this moment, she only hates except despair.
Hate ink night.
Hate Luo dust.
Hate everything in the world...
Since she is going to suffer a painful death, it is impossible to make them alive.
"The curse of the devil..." I saw the next second, Feng Linger slowly opening, chanting in a low voice.
The ink night frowned, and the deep eyes had faint concerns.
He has not seen ghosts, but has never seen such a ghost.
"What's the matter for me -" he said, his voice was very cold, and he spoke in a word.
The bad things that happened before in Luo Ding have already worried and worried about him.
If, I am afraid that Feng Linger intends to do more than that.
"Chong you? Hahahahahaha--" She smiled madly, and the dark red blood fell to her.
After a few seconds, she blinked, and the black lips sighed slightly: "I can't get it, others can't think of it. The luxury of this kind of thing, why do you have it--"
Only for a moment, the whole Yizhuang was bright and bright, and the next second was felt like a powerful gas field as she attacked.
She hasn't waited for her to shake her eyes, and ink night has held her firmly in her arms.
The eyelids are heavy and his arms are warm.