~： 127. The death of the Virgin Mary

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"Sister." The white-haired woman was shocked and wanted to help her sister. She was dragged by Yan Yan. Her heart was anxious, and she slammed into the Yan.

But how can the strength of Yan Yan give her a loophole? Originally it was a white-haired woman who was obsessed with the sorrowful sorrow to save the moon, but now it is an identity change.

In the evening sunset, the night-time dark and cold looking at the black-haired woman with fear, she pulled out a purple sword with a bang.

At the moment of seeing the purple sword, Mu Ruyue’s body behind him shook a little.

"Silver face!"

The silver-faced man is no dust at night!

No wonder it will give her a familiar feeling, but she never knows that she has been around her at night. At this moment, Mu Ruyue’s heart is complicated. I don’t know who to use as a night.

That meeting called her a clean teenager for her sister, or a silver face with a powerful evil spirit? Which one is the real one...

"You... you stop!"

Seeing that the night that I walked into was dusty, the brunette beauty was really scared. Her body stepped back a few steps and said with a look of horror: "If you let me go, I promise that today’s business is for anyone. Do not say, you can continue to be your fool, absolutely no one doubts you, otherwise, the news of your stupidity will spread, the doorkeeper will not let you go."

The night is dusty and slightly lifted, and the beautiful and beautiful face of the gods evokes a smile of evil spirits. The purple clothes are self-proclaimed, and the strong suffocating surrounds the man's body.

Looking at this man like a Shura, the body of the brunette is more and more trembling. She hasn't had time to beg for mercy. The purple light flashed and a blood was shot in her throat.

Until death, she never thought that she would die in the hands of a man under twenty...

"No!" The white-haired woman saw her sister's death, her eyes were not red, and her heart was smashed, and the tricks in her hands became more and more messy.

Hey!

Yan Yan’s palm hit her chest, and the white-haired woman’s body flew out like a string of arrows. It fell heavily inside the crowd, and the blood of a stock came out of her mouth. It was red with the white hair.

Her eyes are always staring at the dark-haired woman, with an endless sadness in her eyes.

If it wasn't for her greed for power, she would not be tempted by the Virgin Mary to join the sect with her sister. In the sacred door, they were all the playthings of the lord.

Thinking of the man, the white-haired woman laughed.

The man is so powerful and powerful that she is also in love with him. However, he is so ruthless, no one can be loved by him, and his heart has only interests.

If he is a virgin virgin, he will try his best to get back to the door of the Virgin, bathe with herbs, and enjoy it after he enjoys it in January, but every woman, he will only enjoy it once, no longer nostalgia. the second time.

In this life, she is most sorry for her sister, who is not willing to leave the door, so that her sister is so costly.

Sure enough, people are much more evil, and even God can't stand it.

"Ha ha ha," the white-haired woman laughed in a mad madness, laughing and laughing and tears down the corner of her eyes. "Ghost lord, I advise you, don't be an enemy of the Virgin Gate, the Virgin Gate. There are a lot of secrets, but I still have to give you a piece of advice. Your fiancee’s constitution is a little special. The door owner won’t get her heart, but the doorkeeper wants only her virginity. She is not in the virgin, and it is of no use to the door."