Chapter 501: Brother's Hearth (57)

Take the comatose glory into the natal space, and instruct the working wooden man to bundle the glory.
At this moment, the heavens and the earth changed color, and the black clouds were overwhelming, and the numerous turbulent black air flow gathered into a giant giant, and then stood behind him and stopped moving forward.
"Flower monster, I remember telling you, as long as you don't betray, I will always protect you from danger ... Do you remember the slightest?"
The black air stream held Chen's figure, and the black robe blew without wind, screaming.
Binghan's eyes were cold and murderous.
"You follow him."
"You saved him!"
Vaguely felt that something was wrong. Yan Hong's mandala held Xia Qiu's figure, faded his glorious body, and was in a bright red veil.
The snow-white plump figure was voluptuous and plump, captivating, and Wu Fa was hanging behind her like a cloud.
Xia Qiu's eyes rippled, and Yao Yao and Chen confronted each other, but then suddenly laughed slightly.
"You're still making excuses, why don't I follow Beisong?"
"What about my message to you? Didn't you hear it? I'm still sending you a message every day at the appliance case, and you hear nothing after you go to the mountain. I'm a little demon. Do I have to die? "
"Chen, you have to look at your conscience when you speak. Did you come out of Houshan and did you ever find me?"
If anyone really misses you, the expression and performance are different. Xia Qiu saved Beisong just to repay his kindness.
And thinking about Chen, from the beginning, except he was the man he was attacking, what did he do for her?
Chen silent.
"Follow me!" After a moment of silence, Chen suddenly reached out to Xia Qiu, and he grabbed him across the void.
The dark air behind him condensed into a big hand and surrounded Xia Qiu from all sides.
The big hand grabbed the mandala firmly with roots. Xia Qiu tried to struggle a few times without moving. The dark air was sharply mixed with the debris of space. Her vine was cut with a little movement.
"Since you know everything, it doesn't make sense for me to keep these things."
The thin lips were hooked coolly, dragging her person to the front of her with flowers, and the face that was so beautiful as a demon was looked at by him, and Xia Qiu suddenly felt a little unknown.
Chen said, a black light mass of memory was suddenly reached out of his mind by his hand.
Holding her memory in her hand, she was brought to Xia Qiu for her to see.
The black memory is a scene of light and shadow, the cabin, the white figure entangled with the man, dressed as a pitiful, she took him, and let him go ...
She brought black iron fine gold to him, and they tangled and slept ...
"I thought it was interesting, but now it just seems to make me sick."
Xia Qiu found that she seemed to have done a stupid thing, obviously for the sake of kindness, but Chen seemed to mistake her as having affection for Beisong.
No, don't crush it ... as long as the memory is still there, she will have a chance to come back with him!
Red eyes and red lips throbbing silently.
But looking at her, Chen's expression was indifferent, his slender hands, and he pushed hard.
Clicking, Xia Qiu's heart trembled, as if he could hear the crisp sound, and watched the black memory light cluster shattered like a butterfly.
Reaching in vain, she trembled and subconsciously wanted to touch it.
The black butterfly lingered between the heavens and the earth, before she touched her fingertips, a gust of wind passed, and the earth turned into dust.