As a cute new devil, I am super cruel

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Wit blood flows, voids with blood-explosive residual odor, all over the street's residual limbs, scattered sputum, is even more awesome.

Under this quiet atmosphere, the father and female are quietly silent, and Minishi lights a cup of black tea, but the first.

"For me, what is the last word to explain? The altar of the Mozu is about to summon, and it is imminent."

Mi Ni, she put down the tea cup, and her exquisite short sword. Under the vitality of the red tea, she took advantage of the time of recovery, and his father made the final saying.

She is very clear, the resources that have grown all the way, the forces established together, all of the Fen Lances secretly supported.

Without the support of his father, even if she has a lot, master the situation in Titan City, even with an accidental opportunity, the handle detects the southern bureau, and the world has established a weak link, the highest in Titan City The ruler, a sentence can make her efforts, pay the east.

I thought, she has been carrying the backhand of Ferrency layout, all exposed under the eyes of the other party, but the father didn't care, think this is just a girl's naughty.

Therefore, for the source of half the sources of dirty blood, Minnie even hate it, they have to admit that the other party and him still have blood.

But because of this, she must be embarrassed, not being bound by emotions, keeping a mechanical general rationality, purpose, to let Fernis feel painful and tortured, in order to atone to the most gentle female!

"I love her, Minnie ... this, even after I die, I am deeply engraved in my soul, there will be no changes."

Francis smiled, did not have the burning of the magic flame, and he recovered with the speed visible to the naked eye under its own talents.

The granulation falls off, exposes a pink skin, and the burning face is dropped, and the face is restored to the middle-aged people of Confucian.

Miis also missed this scene, but she understood that this is just the backlight of Fernis ...

Because, the next half of the other party, but in a faster speed, it gradually burned into ashes under an inexplicable force ...

Mith raised the sword, hesitated for a while, but he smiled: "If you don't hurry, you can't get it, you are not for this twenty-six years, isn't it for this moment?"

"Tear!"

The short sword has passed into the chest of Fernis, although there is no heart, but still let the Fenis face a white.

The girl in front of me, converges with different colors, and the pretty face is filled with frost.

"Thank you, my daughter."

Fenzyz touches the short sword of the chest, there is a name in the sword handle, even if it is carefully maintained by the owner, but still on a layer of rust.

"Honey Libea ..."

The flames have been over the chest, spread from the shoulders, when the flame is overwood, and his fundus, revealing a dark red blood.

Blood tears drops, when they are about to land, they will not leave a trace of traces.

Chapter 25, God's Green (1)

Sutra is inflammatory.

"Snapped!"

The long whip woven sharp broken wind, pumping on a thin boy, single fabric is torn, leaving blue purple scars.

However, the whip never stopped, such as a poisonous snake biting, under this fierce offensive, the next step quickly broke, and the back skin was blooming, and the blood was dripping.

But the boy biting his teeth, squatting on the wood, the burning of the sun, with the whisper of the poison, the green eyes with a perseverance, the naked feet stepped on the hot earth, and moved forward.

"It's really stubborn, hey, you don't believe you, I can't cure you!"

Switch's murderous supervision, he deliberately aims at this thin boy, but the effect of killing chicken monkeys is obvious, leading him quite a resentment.

The surrounding slave workers have regardlessed viab, they have carried heavy building materials, and they have long been grouped by reality.

"Snapped!"

The sharp vintage whip once again waved, and the scars of the flesh and blood were burned under the sun, and the sweat was more severe.

Finally, the boy finally took a pain, the wood was smashed, and the whole person was taken over the dry ground.

"Hey, useless waste, even this little thing can't bear!"

The supervisor exposed the smile of Sheria, and his vicious accused the boy's physical strength, and even wood is the least amount.

But when he turned back, I found out that I followed this thin boy all the way, and even the destination was in front of my eyes, plus some of the aristocratic gods, suddenly, let him quite annoyed.

"waste!"

He ventred anger in this boy, and he turned over the other's thin body. The broken hi is infected with a mottled blood. When the whip is about to beat, a thick and powerful big hand holds his wrist. .

"Stop, Yabo, you will kill him."

A man who is a woman looks at the injured boy, anger: "If you kill him, the family will not spare you!"

I heard the words, I was trying to counterattack him. He recovered the whip, stared at the boy who breathed on the ground, and the corner of his mouth revealed.

"I really thought that there was a private childhood, I could eat well? Hey, don't do daytime dreams, this is a bad low color, like blocks, your mother is afraid that the prostitute in the pub, follow a group of drinking wheat Employing the ghosts. "

Yazbo looked at the boy couldadically, and the lesson would let him experience the privilege of the privilege than his lower level.

As for worry about the revenge of the boy?

Oh, the people of the family are what he knows. There is three, even more people who have a long life in private, one night is a routine operation, as the hand, they are all used.

Women can't play, and I have a good idea to know him everywhere.

"Blend ..."

The boy hifted with anger, the fingernails came into the palm, turned over a layer of flesh, so that he kept awake and was blinded by anger.

Long-lasting oppression, let him learn tolerance.

"This color is really bad, but this pair is very similar to the historical people."

The man is aiming at the boy's pupil, suddenly shocked, but Ya Bo hammered his chest, indicating that he didn't talk, and the lady was inspected nearby, don't give yourself unnecessary trouble.

"A race is not open, I dare to hit my slave, but I'm letting you go on the face of my friend. I will put this back, I will show you this next time. Get up ... When you arrive, you invite your mother to come, enjoy your son's heroic gesture, hahaha! "

Ya Bo recovered, laughed, turned around the construction site toward another side.

And the man took the boy with a pity. He threw the medicine for the other party, before leaving, and looked at the boy's gray eyes, curious:

"Child, what is your name?"

"Fee ... ... Sims."

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