Chapter 735

In the late summer, the face of Caragana korshinskii had lost half of its color.

The muddy eyes.

Now it suddenly becomes clear.

"Do you understand all this?"

Mo Yan's voice came laughing.

The last straw supporting the late summer Caragana also collapsed.

Her body began to shake violently.

She knew that the more her body moved, the more the ghost vine would pour into her flesh and blood.

But at this time, the pain, compared to her heart regret.

But not even half a point.

She was shaking.

The eyes, at this time slowly shed tears, tears, with blood, it seems, Sha is frightening.

In the late summer, Ning's body was curled up like a shrimp.

She wanted to break free from the shackles of the ghost vine Sophora tree, but again and again, she was dragged back.

"You deceive me, Mo Yan! As a ghost, you are also a big man. Where did I provoke you? Why do you want to harm me like this? "

"Mo Yan! You are a devil! You and your son are demons

In order not to let himself tell Zhao shuning the truth about Zhao Huai, Mo Bai also attacked him with a bone eating insect. His father and son, one heart, are more poisonous than the other.

Ye Ling is innocent, and Ji Qinglin is innocent. In that fierce battle, thousands of people who died are more innocent.

But she is not innocent.

"I hurt you? You shouldn't blame me, Xia Wanling. If you blame him, blame your grandfather Xia Qingyan. If it wasn't for him, Yan'er would not have gone around asking for medicine for him, and her illness would not have worsened so badly. Yan'er won your grandfather's life, and Yan'er won your royal family's life. "

When it comes to lovesmoke.

Mo Yan's face, become ferocious terror.

More than 500 years ago, the smoke of Luo Fei was always a pain in his heart.

If you can't revive her, then in this life, the road in Mo Yan's heart will never pass.

"Yan'er - ha ha ha - Yan'er, Mo Yan, you must love Yan'er very much? But she died. You see, I will say that the people you love will leave you one by one, first the smoke in your mouth, then the ink white. The people you care about will gradually alienate you because of your meanness. "

"Shut up

Mo Bai and Mo Yan's father son relationship is harmonious.

But recently, because of his mother, his attitude towards Mo Yan has changed a lot.

Mo Bai is his child, Mo Yan has placed the deepest hope on him.

At the end of summer, Ning suddenly stopped laughing.

Maybe I'm tired of laughing.

Or maybe her body now can't support her so much.

This time.

It was a brilliant smile.

"Mo Yan, my life in the late summer is ruined in your hands, but you are a rotten man. Your future life will not be bright. You will always hide under your purple, gold and black robe and be the Lord of ghosts who can't see light."

"I dare to be tough when I'm dying."

"What fear do I have, dying man?"

At this time in the late summer, it's really fearless.

She knew that now she could not escape from the clutches of the father and son. Anyway, she would rather die freely.

"You want to die?"

"But I won't let you die. I want you to live like this all the time and watch your body, flesh and blood, be squeezed out bit by bit."

"I want you to die."

Mo Yan waved at random.

In the late summer, the Caragana gave a painful cry.

Immediately, her eyes place, but flows out two blood.

"Ah

That kind of pain, or instant hit up.

At this time, the eyes of the summer evening Caragana were dark, and nothing could be seen.

Looking at the late summer Caragana, the place where the eyes should have been stored at this time has become empty and terrifying.

Mo Yan put those eyes on her hand.

Good observation.

Those eyes are really beautiful.

Put away the eyes of the late summer Caragana.

"I won't kill you, so you can stay in the land of ghost rattan as fertilizer for the ancient locust tree. But there are many disciples of your sect before. You can feel their resentment for you when you are here."

"No!"

"No!"

"Mo Yan! You kill me

"If you have the ability, you will kill me!"

Xia Wanling yells, but no one responds to her.

At this time, most of her mental power was introduced into Mo Bai's body, her eyes were dug, and she became afraid of everything around her.

Maybe I'm tired.There was no response.

In the late summer, the Caragana gradually quiets down.

"Sorry -"

"sorry -"

at this time.

These are the only three words that Xia Ning murmurs.

But who did she say sorry to?

Is it Ye Ling, the empress who saved her and devoted herself to her, taught her mental skills and helped her grow up?

It's the one who follows her all the time, constantly flatters her, and accompanies her all the way from childhood to Zonghui.

In this world.

There are not many people who really love Xiawan, but Ji Qinglin must be on the list.

However.

When Ji Qing was dying, he didn't even leave his bones.

And his death, Xia Wanling "credit.".

Xia Wanling now made herself look like this because she planted it herself.

"But what did I do wrong?"

If Mo Yan doesn't bring her out from the royal family, doesn't raise her in Guiyu, and doesn't hypnotize her, will she be a good child with parents' love now?

Xia's despair at this time is unforgettable.

I'm afraid that no matter how long it takes, the remorse in her heart will not dissipate.

All the ghosts are bloodthirsty.

They eat people and don't vomit bones.

"I was wrong."

He clearly has escaped from the devil's den, has got the love he wants, and also has power.

There are so many alchemists under her command.

But what have you done as a teacher?

Those who are not good at talent, or she does not like it, offended her children, all on her blacklist.

That list, handed in Mo Yan hand finally.

The apostles in the great wilderness of Dongze abducted the alchemists, took them to Guihu, and then supplied the bodies of the alchemists as fertilizer to the ghost vines.

Over time, these ghost vines will recognize the master.

I didn't expect that one day, like those children, I would become the fertilizer of this ghost vine.

Under the ancient locust trees, there are thousands of withered bones.

How many souls of alchemists have gathered.

Right now.

The wind blows.

The sound made by the collision of dead bones seems to be like the death of a wronged soul, the complaints, reluctance and anger.

Zhao shuning was right.

Heaven good reincarnation, let's see who heaven spared.

Around a circle, the original sin of their own, now a lot of, all back to themselves.