Chapter 888: I do not have……

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The illusion squints and blinks, and almost does not believe in his own eyes.
How can Jimo come here?
Is he not unconscious?
"Jimo, how come you?"
The next moment, that Moya had already walked in with a meteor, and stunned the illusion, and the strength was very big. It seemed that she was thrown into her chest.
His shackles exude a cold feeling of coldness and ice, and under the icy murder is a kind of crazy meaning with a demon atmosphere.
"Xiaoyan, nothing, I am coming, don't be afraid, I won't mind, we immediately get married." The Moya is low, with a gentle gentle appeasement.
The illusion is listening and I feel that something is wrong.
Is the reaction of Jimo a little too excited? too weird?
After another thought, that is, Moya, he would not think that the few demon people have already told her about it?
The illusion is "Yumu, I have not been... I am hiding in space, I am innocent..."
Jimo didn't let her go on, she kissed her lips when she bowed her head, and seemed to want to kiss her excess breath except him.
This room full of love, the illusion of the tattered clothes on the body, and his use of the knowledge left in the body of the six, heard the voices inside the cave...
It is he who is late!
As soon as I remembered this, his kiss became more and more violent and painful.
The scent of the cave, coupled with the fiery heat of the Moya, makes the brain of the illusionful face dizzy.
The body was soft and hurt, and it was attached to him.
Jimo smeared her broken clothes, her fingers burned on her body, scalding her temperature, and she thought she wanted her to be here...
Instinctive resistance, "No, that is, the ink, don't be here."
Here, the smell of the fragrance and the smell of the wild wolf demon make her sick.
Who knows that Jimo just stripped off her clothes and gave her a net spell.
I used to show more than a dozen net techniques, bowed my head and kissed her injured skin in an inch. "Small things are my fault. I am not protecting. This time, I don't pursue it. Forget about today's things, we all forget!"
There is no point in , and only the self-blame and violent can be felt in the illusion.
Let the illusion look uneasy.
Listening to the feeling that Moya seems to be getting worse and deeper, she is uneasy and moving. "Jimoya, I don't, you believe me..."
Jimo's kiss is like a raindrop, more diligent, and both hands are free from her whole body, seemingly want to erase the extra smell that does not belong to her.
There is some fear in the illusion, so the end of the ink is a bit scary, "pain, that is, the ink, the wound hurts, you believe me, I don't have..."
Finally, Jimo’s long breath sighed and stopped his big hand that was almost blind and did not listen.
"Well, you don't, I believe in you. Xiaoyan, let's go back to the Holy City, don't leave me half a step later, okay?"
Although his language is consulted, his tone is not to be refuted.
If the illusion is not good, he will eat her feelings!
There is some fear in the illusion, and this abnormal state is the end of the world. "Good."
Jimo’s look is a little relaxed.
Sorry, I will give you some medicine.

"Ok."
The fragrant scent in the cave made the fascinating body heat, and the instant medicine that gave her the fruit of the red fruit was even more irritating.
So, she took out some space to drink two waters, and explained the side effects of the fragrance. "You also take a drink? You can detoxify..."