Era of Red Police Disaster

Although the change is expected, but look at the appearance of the night, Li Meng still feels some uncomfortable.

This is the characteristics of the "dead", will not express emotions, emotional changes are very stiff.

This is reasonable, and death creatures can have no seven emotions, and of course there will be any emotions.

Although the night of "corpse" is not ordinary death creatures, but the seven emotions have not lost due to the influence of death, but it is also morable.

In the heart, Li Meng sighed.

Although there is this kind of expectation, it is still a little bit in the heart of the night.

Extending the right hand, Li Meng gently stroked the face that didn't be cold.

Looking at the beautiful face of the night, Li Meng sighed: "Shantou! How can you let me rest assured?"

The light in the Hall is echocating in the ear, which makes the cold eyes in the night slightly move.

The cold eyes revealed a curious, and there is still a variety of intake.

Timed micro-tile, lighter and seemingly icy words from the night portrait.

"His Royal Highness! Is the change in the night make you dissatisfied?"

Li Meng shook his head and said: "Not so! Satisfied! But not satisfied, just look at you, I remembered you before gentle people!"

The night cold face is slightly smashed, lifting the left hand, touching the face of the other side.

In the words of the temple, I understood the night.

Looking up at the familiar face in the temple, the night: "His Royal Highness! What should I do?"

"You don't have to do anything, everything will be given to me!" Li Meng opened his arms and said: " night! Come over!"

This is the invitation in the Hall, how can you refuse?

Although some doubts, the night is still just a footsteps, and it has entered the arms.

The petite body is relying on the temple, and the warmth of the past is not unaffected.

The skirt on body has isolated everything.

Hugging the waist of the night, the cold skirt has some hands.

Looking at the face close to picking up, Li Meng slightly down, forehead to the forehead of the night.

The two people's posture is very warm, and very relatives.

Although I don't know what I have to do under the temple, I don't understand the night, but I will take a look at the temple, I want to take this way to comfort.

Everything is because of "the power of death."

The power of death is itself a negative energy, which is a terrible existence for any life.

It not only makes people recurrent, becoming the power of death, but also wiped the seven emotions.

In the case of Li Meng, the transformation of the night, retained the full soul.

But the power of death is full of all the body, and it also affects the emotional expression of the night.

Seven emotions and six wants, joys and sorrows, these nights have, but whether it is happy or sad, in that face, it is not very good to express it in the eyes.

Even smile, now there is no good expression.

Solution is available.

As the existence of "death", many things can be done as long as Li Meng wants to do it.

Leave the forehead of the night!

Staring at the beautiful face, Li Meng raised his right hand again.

The hand is pleased to move the night, move from the cheek, and the eyebrows in the forehead, Li Meng's hand stopped.

One move!

The gray died of the dirty moves from the night of the night, as with a tornado, the body of the bodies of the night, Yang Yong's hand touched.

Such as lightning, jumping with the death of death, like a black energy elf.

In the eyes of the night, Li Meng's hand stopped.

I don't see how Li Meng has a move, so gently.

The magical thing has appeared.

In the eyebrows of the night, a black man is like drilling into the skin, and the skin is invading the skin, changing the skin's color.

Black Mang is spreading, also taking a pattern.

If the sickle hook is formed, then "handle".

When black is no longer spread, the pattern is thoroughly formed, exudes a burst black halo.

When all changes have ended, a "sickle", a "dead sickle" is obviously engraved in the eyebrows of the night.

Evan a black "Halo" dead sickle pattern, which is extremely deep and mysterious.

At this time, "Death" is formed.

The death of the death of the night and the body is like finding a venting, and the crowds of the crowd are swaying.

There are several breaths, and the death of the deaths in the night disappeared.

Whether it is in the body, or outside, the power of death disappears, and then feel the existence of death in the body of the night.

Black halo flashed a few times, and the night eyebrow sickle pattern is quiet.

In the eyebrows of the night, the "Death of the Death" is in the picture, but it is only a black halo, which looks like a tattoo.

Just this tattoo looks a little terrible.

"how do you feel?"

The hand is gently put down from the night, looking at the night of the gods, and Li Meng asked.

At this time, the night's look is very strange, dull, stunned, the expression is very rich, no longer like it is like

The eyes have also become smart.

I touched the eyebrows, the feelings from the skin, let the night know, there is something in the eyebrow.

what is that?

Night is not known, but from the inside of the night, I feel a very rich death.

The power of death in the body is like running into the eyebrows.

Without the existence of death, the body is somewhat empty, that feeling is not good.

However, this is not a big problem, and the night can feel that the strength hidden in the body is not attenuated, and there is no loss of death for death.

There is a feeling in the night. As long as she is a mind, the power of death will be out of the eyebrow, and they will swim throughout the body.

And the most important thing, there is no bondage of death, thinking is a lot of relaxation, and restored the control of the body muscles.