Chapter 1521

It looks great.

The eyelids were drooping and the dark lashes were long and curly.

A cinnabar mole is at the corner of the eye, like weeping blood.

The lips are pink and tender. It's amazing at a glance.

Su Yan stopped.

The man raised his eyes.

It's not a peach blossom eye.

That Mou son looks, pour is to give a person quite innocent feeling.

It makes people feel pure and beautiful.

She knows this face.

The domain itself.

He didn't say anything, just leaned on Suyan's arms and looked at her.

Half a sound, just one sentence

"what's the matter? Smoke? "

Su Yan stops.

She looked around.

The fog is all over, bow your head.

Like stepping on the shallow water, the water is clear and rippling.

A clear reflection of her face.

She asked

"who are you?"

The people next to me smile

Su Yan didn't speak, just raised his hand and grabbed the man by the neck.

She looked at him, seriously

"if you don't say it, I'll strangle you."

As soon as Su Yan put his hand hard, the man coughed.

A mouthful of blood coughs out.

Su Yan's hand loosened.

All of a sudden, he saw the man with a strange smile.

The fingers turn gray white, and the nails are hard and straight toward Su Yan.

Thunder can't cover your ears.

The distance between them is close.

There's no time to resist.

Stabbed.

His fingernails stuck into Su Yan's shoulder blades.

Su Yan's face hasn't changed much. Hands up.

Turn over.

With his hands pressed on his head, he pulled it out by the force of falling.

Boom.

The body fell to the ground.

It didn't change to the original.

It's still like a monarchy.

Pour over there, let Su Yan slightly frown.

She knew he was fake.

But I still don't want to see it.

Look away.

Cover your wound.

"Host, you are injured!" exclaimed floret

Su Yan responded with a

"it's OK, it's not serious."

Xiaohua is distressed and wonders at the same time: "host, you know that he is not a gentleman, why are you still soft on him?"

Blood ran down the shoulder blades and wet the clothes.

She pressed and went on.

"It's just a guess. There's a 10 percent chance he'll be there."

After all, she has been holding him.

Not aware of being replaced.

I'm afraid that I won't only the illusions, but also the illusions.

So when she saw him spitting blood, she let go.

"If this is Xiaohong, the host will surely kill it," whispered Xiaohua

The host writes to himself.

Only when you meet Mr. Junyu will you think so much, so much uncertainty, for fear of hurting him.

Su Yan covered the wound and went on.

In front of the white.

Faintly, I heard a slight hum.

Gradually the picture changes.

She was in total darkness and went to a prison.

Walking in the long corridor of the prison, you can smell the bloody and moist smell coming from your face.

Every prison is empty, only one candle is burning.

The candle flickered, a little dim.

The farther you go, the more obvious the song is.

The voice is light. It seems that the singer is in a good mood.

Just in this environment.

Listen to such a minor again, it seems to be a little seeping.

Until Suyan went to the deepest part of the prison.

There is no way ahead.

A huge black cloth covered the front door of a prison.

I can hear that she is very close to singing.

Su Yan looked around.

Finally, raise your hand.

Holding the black cloth, he pulled it down.

A crash.

The black cloth intersected with the wind.