The Two-Faced Venerate Emperor

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"Xiaoyan, how do you feel?"

The illusion is now half-awake, and the magic is very strong, but it still maintains a strong self-defense state.

At the moment when Jimo is close to the illusion, the illusion is fiercely struggling.

The strength of the power, almost let the Jimo are not defended, almost injured.

There is something in my mouth, "Go away! You go away!"

I don’t know when I was covered with a thin layer of defensive cover, which was inspired by ancient blood. Now it’s not close to people.

If Jimo is forcibly approaching, she can only make her more desperate.

This is her subconscious self-protection.

It’s very gratifying between the moments of the ink, this is a lot of power, even if the real magic is in the body, but also self-protection.

If he does not come, she will not be in danger for her life.

It’s just that this magical gas is not easy to remove.

"Xiaoyan, don't be afraid, it's me." That is the gentle comfort of the ink.

The magical, illusory face when he heard his voice, and gradually stopped the resistance, the body's defensive shield mask gradually dimmed.

Jimo’s heart moved, tears almost came out, and this girl’s attachment to him never changed, even if she said so absolutely and coldly.

"Xiaoyan, sorry, let you suffer."

Speaking, the spiritual power was poured in from the top of her head, and the fascinating gods were protected.

This is the pity of touching the face of the illusion, although at this moment the room is dim and almost can not see the finger, but he can see the night vision, naturally can see the illusion, the current look calms down, the violent gas dissipates A lot.

That is, Moya put down his heart and held Xiaoyan in his arms, and he recovered and lost his heart. At this moment, he was finally fulfilled.

Going to the door, Moya waved his sleeves, and the door opened and he was about to step out, only to find that the outside of the house was covered with layers of black mist.

In the fog, there are occasionally a few hoes that shuttle in the fog, making some whispering mourning.

The courtyard steps can't be seen on the ground, only the thick and thick blood flows on the ground, just like **** on earth.

Jimo's footsteps, with his eyesight, naturally, this is a very strange and brilliant way, the array is full of magic, if it is caught in the line, an inadvertent, it will be eroded by the magic.

I never thought that Baili Ziyan still harbors such vicious things.

Jimo didn't dare to take the adventure of the illusion, and after a moment of indulging, he returned to the house, took out a new set of bedding, laid it on the bed, and carefully put the illusion on it.

He took out a bright pearl hanging on the bill, and the pearls were radiant, reflecting the fascinating color of the bed, such as jade, and the color was compelling.

Jimo is sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at the illusion, even his eyes are afraid to lick.

I am afraid that I will only stagger it, and the small face in front of me will disappear.

In the past year, he has been thinking about this face, day and night, this person, lying in front of himself.

Jimo did not dare to force, and did not want to loosen, only holding the hand of the illusion, just like holding the world's most precious treasure, one after another soft burning kiss, falling on the back of her hand.

In the eyes, there is a deep affection that cannot be turned away.

Jimo feels that even if it is trapped in the humble cottage by the magic gas array, it is extremely happy.

He even hopes that time will stay at this moment.