Ji's whole body trembled with anger, and his hands kept shaking. "Son of a bitch, she's all dead. You still insult her so much. All of you go to die, all of them are buried with my daughter."

It's all evil spirits, and he's a good daughter.

If there were no such people, his daughter would still live well, carefree, living in her own world, although silly, but alive, would laugh, would call dad, would jump, would be coquettish.

But now it's gone. It's ruined.

He lost his daughter forever.

I can't see her innocent smile any more.

Tang Da Shao snorted coldly, deeply feeling ridiculous.

"The most damned person is you. You didn't do your father's duty of teaching and management, didn't take good care of her, didn't teach her well, let her selfishly look after her own feelings, left you as an old father, left everything behind, resulting in the tragedy of white haired people sending black hair people..."

Now, I blame the East and the west, and blame all the people in the world, but I don't blame myself.

Who are you.

Think you can make yourself better?

Dream!

He's going to poke everything out of his mind.

People's faces have the color of unbearable, the person died daughter, is really very pitiful, no wonder can go mad, bite a breath.

But Tang Dashao is right. What's the use of blaming others now?

People can not be reborn after death, only cherish the people in front of you!

Jisheng's head is blank. He can't listen to anything. He yells, "shut up, don't go on. As long as you all go down to accompany her, she will be very happy."

He tried to pick up the sword again, but his arm was numb and his strength was lost.

His face changed greatly, and he took a cold breath.

Who is it?

Xiaoya finally couldn't help but poke out her small head and said coldly, "then you go first. She is most happy to see you."

Psycho, you want to kill everyone?

Is it all over?

Don't blame her for giving him a little pain.

As soon as Jisheng saw her, he forgot about his discomfort. His face changed. He was full of burning anger. He wanted to kill her.

He pointed to Xiaoya and scolded, "dead girl, all blame you for robbing men with her. It's you who killed her. You have to pay for her life."

He was crazy and neurotic, and his gnashing teeth was terrible.

As soon as Xiaoya appears, Zhuo ran and Tang Dashao protect in front of her for the first time and look around with vigilance.

Looking at these two dear men, Xiaoya's heart is full of moving and courage.

With them, there is nothing to worry about or fear.

No matter what happens, they are with her.

"Brother Ji, you're like a mad dog now. You bite people when you see people. But I don't like mad dogs. People's patience is limited."

Pay for your life? Thanks to what he said.

If so, is there any reason in the world?

Ji was angry in front of his eyes, and his anger surged up. He drowned his reason and called out fiercely, "what can you do? How dare you? Are you not afraid of the ridicule of the world? "

What Tang family is unusual?

What can't be offended by the dignity of the Tang family?

Go to hell.

He only knows that his daughter is dead, and the person who forced her to die is still alive!

And he would never like to see such a situation exist.

Xiaoya light smile, "smile what? You can only laugh at you, the old man, who is crazy and unreasonable. "

The pain of losing a girl is understandable, but no one can accept the terrible mentality of looking for enemies everywhere and hoping to destroy the whole world.

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