The Two-Faced Venerate Emperor

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It is the end of the ink!

Jimo Ya unceremoniously pushed away the white dust seal and regained the illusion from his arms.

This power was a bit big. When the white dust seal was on the battle with Jin Dazhong, he was not hurt lightly. He was pushed all at once, and he stepped back a few steps before he stood firm.

After he stood firm, look again, that is, Moya is checking the situation of the illusion.

This room has been ruined because of the fight, it is messy, but it did not affect her, so she did not have any other discomfort, just a silly expression, the eyes are not focal length, watching people feel sour.

Jimo's eyes gazed softly at her, as if to see her in the depths of her heart.

Half a sigh, that is, Moya sighed, "Small things, this son has only walked a little longer, you see what you have tossed yourself."

The illusion turned his head and seemed to hear a familiar voice. The delicate little face was full of smiles, laughing and laughing, and shed tears without any symptoms.

Jimo can no longer look down, just like finding the lost baby, and carefully holding her into her arms, the illusion is slightly resisting, that is, Moya patted her shoulder, the sound is like a velvet to listen to the heart. "Okay, don't be afraid, I am back."

The white dust seal only feels a **** throat, "Junzi Ya..."

Jimo was cold and looked at him with a cold voice. "White dust seals, from today, you are no longer qualified to approach her step. This son has fulfilled you, handed her over to you, you? You protect her like this!" Are you still a man?"

The white dust-covered face was smashed seven or eight slaps, and it burned hot, which directly poked his heart.

He was extremely self-blaming, and he was embarrassed by his low strength. He was beaten by the red fruit of Jimo. He was trampled to the lowest point as a man's self-esteem.

The white dust seal embarrassed all the depression and anger in the bottom of my heart.

"I will catch up with you! Xiaoyan, the person she likes is me..."

Jimo is cold and proud to look at him, and he will enter the illusion.

Seeing the fascinating sorrow and flowing tears, suddenly sniffed toward the smattering of the ink, the posture was awkward, there was an intimate closeness, and there was a pair of eyes that seemed to be fascinating, as if there were more eager light...

White dust seal saw this scene, unconsciously pinching the boxer.

It is also in a stupid state, but Xiaoyan’s reaction to the son’s side is much more intimate than him. This has already explained everything.

He leaned against the wall, and for a moment he didn't know how to open it. There was only endless anger in his chest...

Jimo is no longer showing up to the white dust, regaining his gaze, pulling the illusion away from a little distance, softly, "Hey, don't make trouble. Wait for the son to deal with these two monks."

Fantasy and frowning, expressing dissatisfaction, the fierce look toward the Jimo, "eat, eat, eat..."

Jimo once again breathed a sigh of relief, but also knows that eating, indicating that there is residual instinct awareness, not too bad.

God knows that he is on the way to see her, she sees her usual scene, how is her heart set off... Now she can have such a feeling, and his heart is already satisfied. As long as there is still a rescue, there is hope that saving, not too bad, is the opportunity that God made up for him.

"Yan Shutou, this son must have been owed to you in the last life, and the debts have been returned to you in this life..."