Mo Qing Mountain suddenly laughed, then the laughter was getting bigger and bigger, but he heard half-time in the laughter, only strong pain and regret.

"Run ... Run ... Run, why, why, do you want to choose someone else than? Why do you want to sacrifice himself for these people who have nothing to do with us?"

"Why ..." Mo Qing Mountain suddenly bowed, with a crying mutter, "No, I should not ask you why, I should ask me myself. Why will I force you to such a desperate situation?"

His body suddenly cracked, and then a skeleton tripping.

A crystal clear rose heart floats in the air.

The above cracks are getting more and more.

I jumped down and as if I cracked at any time.

The seven-level ghost stopped the movement, greedy and carefully looked at the heart of Luo-brain floating in the air.

If you can swallow it, if you can swallow it ...

The seven-level ghost ghosts became embarrassed because of greed, when the reaction came over, the body has appeared before the heart of Luoha, and Zhang took the mouth.

"Ah, ah - !!"

The scream of the scream, a flame burned from the mouth of the seventh level.

However, the seven-level ghost is reluctant to spit out, and the eyes are brushing.

Just listening to the sound, the heart of the Raksha was bitten into a small piece and swallowed into the belly.

And when the seventh level ghost wants to eat more, the sword is flashed.

The girl who was originally in the ground had slowly stood up.

The seven-level sidewalk eyes have passed a fear, and the pain of burning in the body is quickly disappeared in the original place, and rushed towards humans and the Magic army.

Mu Yan did not pursue the seventh order, but only half left, but the heart of the Richetic of the crack.

Ink Qingshan illusory figure, if you have the heart of the Rakshasa of Semi-broken Raksha.

His face has recovered normal, and there is no angry, and regret in the ice blue.

The look became abnormal.

It seems that it is finally put down everything.

Mo Qingshan looked at Mu Yan half, and he was light: "I admit that you are eligible to become a routine, you can die in your hand, you can die in your hand, it is also ... "

Mu Yan hurts in the air.

Seven colorful swordsmanship came over, surrounded by him, emitting this Ying Ying.

Also put the girl's face is like an ice, the colorful is full of city.

Mo Qingshan looked at Mu Yan, but his eyes seemed through her, and saw distant ends.

"You are right, I have been done wrong with all years ago. It is my paranoid and distrust, so that the rogue has embarked on the road. But I am too painful, too regret, so I force yourself forget All this, forced yourself believe, the sound is still alive in the main world. "

When Mo Qingshan said these words, the look was calm.

But the two lines of tears slipped his eyes and dissipated in the air.

Mu Yan did not know why Mo Qing Mountain that is already a broken soul state will cry.

Just look at this tears in the air, her heart is still a sour and depressed.

Thousands of years ago, I want to save the military mainland, I want to let the seven-color loans of the hundred meli, is it to give my husband to atone for his husband, choose death?

I watched my beloved woman because I died in Mo Tung Mountain, and I experienced what pain and remorse will let myself tampered with this memory.