The Two-Faced Venerate Emperor

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When he died with the Queen of the Devil, did he regret it?

The faint, illusory face knows that the book is not regrettable!

He lived for the sake of justice in his life, seemingly ruthless, but in fact love!

She can hate him, but she can't help but admire him.

Perhaps it is the realm of improvement, perhaps it is through everything, and the illusion is now exceptionally calm.

Jumping out of your own feelings, standing outside the office, the book sacrifices everything, calculating everything, including yourself, but never for yourself.

Such selfless, selfless to ruthless, selfless to big love, she feels that even if she resentful, maybe he never cared about it.

Since the book is dead, that is, Moya is a reincarnation, with memories of past lives, without the control of the book, I am afraid that Moya can completely control himself at this moment.

Sure enough, I saw the Moya, and I was familiar with it.

Familiar face, familiar eyes, the full of love that almost overflows, when you see yourself, the overbearing eyes...

Everything is all, so familiar, familiar makes her want to cry.

It seems that Jimo has never changed, and everything has never happened...

The first sentence of Jimo’s seeing the illusion is: “Xiaoyan, sorry!”

This is what he owes her, no matter what the reason, he hurt Xiaoyan, this is his sin, it will take a lifetime to repay.

The illusion did not speak, she seemed to be a little embarrassed.

Jimo's eyes are the pain and longing that can't be suppressed. He wants to talk to Xiaoyan, he loves her, loves her more than loves herself, and why she can give up for her.

That cockroach hurts Xiaoyan, and it hurts the little face, and the nirvana of Nirvana is not his own.

He does not want Xiaoyan to hate himself, he can't accept Xiaoyan hate himself!

How can he accept her so much?

Can be forgiven, he said no, the damage has been caused, whether it is because of himself or because of the ontology.

Both hurt Xiaoyan.

But he must never let go! He hopes that Xiaoyan will still see himself, his eyes will shine like stars, and his heart will be his own little face.

Looking at Xiaoyan, the eyes are red, the end of the ink, according to the desire of the heart, a fascinating squatting in the arms, as if to let her into his bones.

"Xiaoyan, we will not be separated again in the future. Is it good for me to make up for it all my life?" that Moya whispered in her ear.

The illusion turned into a stiff body, and there was a blank in his mind.

For a long time, she reached out and pushed the end of the ink.

Jimo’s heart is not willing, but he does not dare to violate the meaning of Xiaoyan. He can only retreat along her strength. The nervous explanation: “Xiaoyan, I know, you can’t forgive me now, it’s okay, I can’t Forgive me! I will wait until you forgive me! I--"

The words were interrupted by the illusion: "I forgive you."

"I know that you are not - Xiaoyan, you forgive me? Then, that-" "With the city of Jimo, there are some incoherent times."

"I forgive you, but it does not mean that we can still be together!" The illusion of illusion broke the illusion of Jimo.

Jimo’s face faded and seemed to want to say something.

The illusion is shaking his head, and his tone is a bit sloppy: "Jimo, I forgive you, because knowing, hurting me is not your intention. But the damage already exists, we want to think that nothing happened, go back, not possible!