One horned mandrill changed its appearance. It was dressed in white and had a peaceful and delicate face. Some gentlemen looked like jade, but their eyes were very complicated.

Jiang Xinrui and others did not expect that mandrill's appearance would be like this. It's not to judge people by their appearance, but it's really surprising. He is totally different from what people think.

Looking at him like this, Jiang Xinrui seems to understand that Yuan Jingmei will be moved. The mandrill gives people a very peaceful feeling, which makes people very comfortable and at ease.

This is really strange. After all, mandrills are the result of the death of the dead. If the resentment can not be cured, how can they form such obsession?

But the one horned mandrill in front of us has turned into such a shape, which is really surprising.

At this moment, no matter what others think, Yuan Jingmei looks at the image that has been engraved in her heart. Her eyes are sour and her heart is complex. She suddenly finds that maybe they are really better than missing.

Some truths are not as good as those she doesn't know. After all, if she doesn't know them, she can still remember a kind of obsession that she doesn't like and has no heart. But now it is different. She has heard some of his words.

And she also died, she can feel the body more and more light, that is the life began to disappear, the last is not, she is also dying, even have no strength to revenge, and she does not know whether she should seek his revenge.

Is she stupid after all?

"Am I really going to die this time? I feel different. If you didn't meet me, or if you didn't let me off that day, and I was killed by you, there would be no such things. So in the final analysis, I still blame you. Since you want to be a bad person, you should be bad in the end. What do you want to do is to be kind-hearted and harm others and yourself. "

Yuan Jingmei is touching the hem of mandrill. She once imagined that she could hug. Now she even feels heavy when she touches the hem.

With these words, Yuan Jingmei slowly closed her eyes. She didn't want to hear or see any more. Her body turned to ashes.

She is already dead. She is a one horned mandrill. She uses her own cultivation to continue her life. From time to time, she has to eat people to keep her body alive, which makes people look lively and popular.

However, no matter how camouflage, it can not cover up that Yuan Jingmei is dead. Her body has been rotten for a long time, and the main support inside is also disappearing. Naturally, her body will disappear. Now she is just a body.

Without powerful mana, Yuan Jingmei could not have lived like a normal person for a few days.

When watching yuan Jingmei disappear, mandrill didn't say anything. He just said so much regret or obsession, but he didn't expect to see yuan Jingmei disappear in front of him.

Even the most important is yuan Jingmei's words, every sentence is a knife in the mandrill's heart.

He thought that he was helping her. If it wasn't for him, her life would be miserable. He thought that all those people wanted to hurt her, but they didn't want everything to be different in her world. He even thought that she was a fool and couldn't understand anything. Now it seems that he is the one who can't understand anything, and he should be the one who is stupid.

It's a waste of living for so many years. I can't understand anything.

Mandrill holding yuan Jingmei a little bit of the ashes disappeared, eyes with irony, it is to his own.