The bloodthirsty prince and the cold concubine

Chapter 1122 She Has a Heart 30
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His will.

people he loves.
How could he hurt him so much, how could he cause him such pain and despair.

Damn him, damn him!
Tian Zong's body froze suddenly, a little stunned and unable to recover.

He just felt that Feimo in front of him was a little strange, and it gave him a different feeling than just now, which made him feel fear and panic, so he pushed him away and looked at him worriedly: "Feimo, you What's the matter?"

Looking at the charming lips like cherry blossoms, Feimo licked the corner of his lips, a smile flashed across his eyes, and then called out contemptuously: "Xiaobai."

This guy is still so white.

At critical times, the chain will always be dropped.

Tian Zong's body froze suddenly, his eyes widened slightly, he fixedly looked at the familiar face, and there was evil and playfulness in his eyes.

In my heart, I vaguely guessed something.

However, he dared to be sure.

"Feimo, do you...remember me?" Even he didn't know it, his voice trembled a little.

He was afraid that it was just a dream, very unreal.

Give him a hope, and then completely smash it.

Hearing the fear mixed in his words, Feimo's heart suddenly ached.

He hurt him too much.

　 Pulling his head, under his gaze, nodded: "I have recovered my memory."

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His Fei Mo really came back.

That title, that kind of look, only his Fei Mo can, and only when he is facing him.

So familiar, so familiar.
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A heart, slightly aching.

　"So, you have to make it up to me." Tian Zong said sullenly, then raised his head, fixed his eyes on the pair of dark black pupils, and smiled wickedly: "Feimo, I want to beat you up."

He beat him up before.

"Okay." Unexpectedly, Fei Mo was not furious.

If it was in the past, he would have roared at the sky long ago.

But now, he looked at Tian Zong with a wicked smile.

　 In the depths of the eyes, there is deep distress and guilt hidden.

He slapped him before, he knew it.

He really deserves to be damned for hurting him.

Now, if he wants to beat him back, he will naturally not resist.

Tianzong raised his hand and walked towards Feimo.

It looked like he was going to beat him up, but the next action made Feimo feel helpless.

"Fei Mo, you know what I'm going to do." Tian Zong stared at Fei Mo,

(End of this chapter)