My Script is a Supporting Role

In general, the anti-fractar of Changing this pair of model will have an extremely painful cross.

And from the horizontal traces of the opponent corner, the black people are no longer young.

The black man also quietly glanced at Mo Chen, the remaining half of the face, there is no expression, but in both eyes, it gradually poured a long-awaited hate.

Mo Chen stood in the original place, try his best to suppress the emotion fluctuation generated when you see the geeks.

He knows that it is a wise choice to act in the current situation.

Black people finally opened, hoarse sounds like rusty iron, "You, very afraid of death?"

Mo Chen looked at the black man, without hiding: "There is no mistake, I came to this world for more than ten years, I haven't felt that I am enough."

"Then ask me to give me." The black man's mouth is gently taking, showing a cruel, "Maybe, I will consider letting you live."

How can Mo Chen shook his head: "This is much more, I will not ask for mercy."

Black people have some accidents. "You are afraid of death, not willing, why?"

Mo Chen smiled, "Because I beg for mercy, there is no capital to negotiate with you."

The black man's brow is frown, and the big face is squeezed out of a weird expression, and I have burst a bunch of caught the laughter, can't stop the contempt.

"You actually feel that you still have the capital that is negotiated with me?"

"What is this courage to give you? Is it a trimming of you?"

Mo Chen calmly said: "If you have already set up ideas, don't let me live to see the sun in tomorrow, then I will break my head and use it."

"If you don't think so, it means that I will not die."

"If I ask for mercy, I lost all the possibilities that can choose and negotiate."

The black man looked at Mo Chen for a while, and suddenly he smiled and smiled. "Hey, you are more thinking than I think."

His little half of his face is cut, when laughing, only other residual parts are taking, making it strange and horrible.

Mo Chen doesn't know what this is the meaning of this play.

There is also no tips on the script.

Is it a deliberate arrangement of a bad old man, or is affected by other variables.

He also didn't know what this mysterious guy came to the road, why did you find him.

According to the truth, this mysterious and powerful guy is not all going to find the protagonist?

Whether it is active or passive, it is to send the equipment for the main angle. Even if there is a full body skill.

What are you tossing on my support?

The black man's finger is in the seat, and the handrail made from the cypress will give a shallow scratch.

"I came today, I want to find a very person, I can't think of this many years, he has already died, only find his son."

Mo Chen's eyebrows are inadvertently moved.

Just just a finger, you can leave traces on the wood.

Is this human body?

Oh, there is a little bit: "I want your person in your mouth, it is my father, his son, is me?"

"Not bad."

The black man's finger stops moving, lifting the eyes to Mo Chen, eating a bone chill.

"I am still thinking, what is the means to get you to get you, you can satisfy me."

"But see you is so interesting, I think, just just kill you is so unfortunate."

There is still no change on the face of Mo Chen.

Black people feel somewhat uncomfortable.

He wants to see, is full of fear, anger, and desperate eyes.

It is struggling, it is resistant, but it is unable to force pain.

Mo Chen's performance, plain, as far as water, but there is no taste.

What he wants is a cup of revenge for many years, mellow revenge.

"Are you not curious, who I am, why is you looking for you, what will I use to get you?"

Mo Chen is open, making a helpless gesture.

"Can I have to choose?"

"I am only ventined, what about you? I guess, at least the intensity is more than the intensity?"

"No matter which situation, I have no way to confront you."

"So, I don't want to think about what I think."

Chapter 36 Hate

The other party is much higher than his cultivation.

Struggle, resistance, or beg for mercy, all useless.

Now he can only see the black people's means of action, random strain.

Obviously, the black man with a strong hate.

And this hatred should be from his old man who has never seen.

"I don't know what the old man did it, so that this guy hated him."

Is it faced with his face?

Still spend his silver?

Or, green, his hat?

This person's hate is strong, why wait for many years, come to see revenge?

The black man stands up, go to the window, looks at the mountain peaks outside the window, seemed to fly to a time point of past.

"I am with your father, this is the same door."

"Many years ago, I also practiced on this hill."

He also runs in the sun in the mountain, and now, with him, there is only endless darkness.

Turning a head to see Mo Chen, see him is still a slap inappropriate.

"It seems that you are not surprised?" The black man frowned slightly.

This teenager's performance is completely unlike a teenage child.

Mo Chen said: "Zongmen have recently strengthened the ban and hill array. You can quietly come in, in addition to repairing, you also explain that you are very familiar with Qingzong."

"And you also know that there is a Kushi Mountain outside the hundred miles, and there is also the guardian of Qingzong, and after the break of the law, Zongmen will send disciples to go out to clean the monsters."

"Qingzong has 38 summits, and the disciples are many, but you will find me gently."

"So many clues are put together, if I can't guess your relationship with Qingzong, I am so stupid?"

The black man's eyes finally exposed a rare appreciation.

"The bottom is the son of the Mo Qinghe. Sure enough, I still smash you."

Mo Dust said: "Thank you, praise."

Black man slowly said: "You are so good, practice talents is also the capital of the superior, and Zongmen must give you a hopes?"

There is no expression of Mo Chen: "Go okay, I think, it is almost disappointed."

From the script of the bad old man, his own black has begun.

Talented teenagers, the hope of Zongmen, not in Lieyang Peak, but in the Yang Peak.

Black people naturally don't know these, the hoarse laughs rang again: "Look up with a new show, the trendy star of the truth, if suddenly become a fierce violent, cruelty, If the world is cast aside, will it be very drama? "

"This life, should you be surprised?"

Mo Chen is cold and cold.

Big brother, no, uncle, you said these labels, I haven't come to my mind when I haven't come to this world.

You tell me that I know more than a dozen years, and I will ask me that it is not surprised.

I am really surprised, I am so kind.

Uncle, don't have a good fortune. This is not a future work.

Are you really a director?

Black people's eyes have been staying on Mo Chen's face, but in addition to a little unhappy cold, there is still no emotion change he wants to see.

This is, let him have some indulgence.

"Little son, these, is it important to you?"