MTL - The Villain Has Something to Say-Chapter 156 Heartache 2

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When the magic is blinking again, the surroundings are silent, dark and cold.

The dream was done for a long time. He dreamed of the battlefields of the two races thousands of years ago. He dreamed of the human race leader Wu Xiezi at that time, and dreamed of the scene that had long been forgotten.

A thousand years of time is already a sea of ​​mortals for mortals, but for the cultivation of great power, it is just a journey of life.

Magic Qianqiu has lived for more than two thousand years. At this moment, he felt that time passed so slowly. There was no sound around him. He could only hear his weak breathing. It was like an old bellows. Every breath was a fee. Do your best.

In this dark central, you can quickly discover with the spirit that the blue demon is still sitting on the ground and holding himself tightly. Jin has no longer whispered at this time. He seems to be stupid. He is kneeling there, his head is low, and he does not know what he is thinking.

Magic Qianqiu wants to run the spirit to get back his own whip, but finds that the meridians are blocked and the spiritual power is dry.

He wants to get up again, but only the fingers can move a little gently, and the rest can't move.

In this way, the passage of time and minute, the magic of Qianqiu silently looking at the darkness in front of me, finally understand the feeling of being abandoned by the world.

Stealing the day is a spell he occasionally got more than a thousand years ago. It has little effect and can only be unexpected in the battle, but it is not really harmful. He used three times to steal the day in his life. It seems that every time the object is that person.

The first time was more than a thousand years ago, he and Wu Zizi joined forces to trap each other and steal the day.

The second time was with Luo Qingqing, they were chased by the other side, so they used the stealing day to change the Japanese side to panic.

The third time is this time... I am afraid it is the last time.

There is not much emotion in my heart, and the magic is just a quiet memory of my life. The vitality in his body is continually passing, but then the injury has gradually healed a little. When he got up, he tried his best to support himself with his arms, moved to the edge of the space, and sat against the edge.

No matter how magnificent and brilliant when you are born, there is always only one person when you die.

Mo Qianqiu quietly waited for the arrival of death. He did not think about his reincarnation after death, but he looked calmly at the front.

If you let other people see his appearance at the moment, it will be greatly eclipsed. The demon statue has always been arrogant and arrogant. He has suppressed the dissatisfaction of others with his powerful strength. Although he has had opponents who have not beaten, he has never been so peaceful and quiet.

In addition to the still beautiful face and the indifferent temperament, he is somewhat different.

It is said that before people die, there will always be some changes. Magic Qianqiu knows that he is not far from the limit. He has no strength to pick up his own whip, and he has no strength to attack the unsuspecting opponent. Finally, when Magic Qianqiu finally had a little more strength, he reached out and touched his heart.

There was empty, the blood of the wound had dried up, but the heart was gone.

Magic Qianqi gently stroked his chest full of scars, as if he could think of the ugly appearance there, so he untidyly rubbed his brows and flashed a sigh of anger.

But finally, there are not too many wounds on the face. Before he decided on this plan, he had used the elixir to heal the white scar next to his eyes.

Thinking of this, the magic Qianqiu slightly raised his head, a red lips hook, revealing a touch of cheerful smile.

The scar on the chest can also be covered with clothes. He is dead and will die more beautifully than anyone else.

At this time, Mo Qianqiu suddenly shocked his body and coveted to the front of the darkness. He clearly noticed that the long-lost demon lord suddenly moved. The other party suddenly got up and walked around. He walked two steps to the left for a while, and then walked two steps to the right. Sometimes he walked and walked down and stopped for a while. After a long time, he continued.

When I found out that the other party was slowly approaching myself, the magical eyes were cold and I wanted to raise the whip, but I couldn’t move at all.

So after three days, the devil looked at the other side and stepped on his lap. He snorted and felt that the bones were broken. The other person fell like a child and fell to his side. Then he hugged himself and read "Who is it? You are Who?".

This kind of beating behavior made the magic fall, but he did not say anything.

Silence is the best choice at the moment. It is obvious that Jin is so stupid that he does not know how to use the spirit to scan the surrounding. As long as he does not say anything, maybe the other party will continue to go next to it and stay away from it.

In this way, Mo Qianqiu silently swayed the scorpion, through the darkness, a pair of narrow eyes stared tightly at Jin.

However, Jin Jin seems to know nothing, hold oneself with one's strength, and say "who" for a while, and uncomfortable low-pitched for a while. Every one of his actions is very strange, and he even begins to talk to himself.

At this time, Magic Qianqiu believed a little bit: Jin is really crazy.

There was a shadow in his mind. He still remembers that more than a thousand years ago, when he first saw this person, the other person was wearing a royal blue brocade, standing on the enchantment of the group, elegant and gorgeous, and completely different from those ugly and vulgar monsters.

But now, he is still crazy.

Devils squinted silently, letting Jin go crazy not far from his side.

Maybe one day, maybe three days, maybe ten days...

When the Jin was separated from the 31,090 times, he said, "Who is it?" The magic Qianqiu suddenly snorted and dismissed: "When you are outside, you have recovered your mind. Now, when you come in, it is like this." The deity thought that the demon statue would be a demon and a beast, and that it would not be able to live without it forever. You just admit defeat to it?"

The voice of Jin’s departure came to an abrupt end.

For a long time, Mo Qianqiu smiled coldly and never wanted to say a word to the other party. But the next moment, an icy hand climbed onto his cheek, letting the magic ring, and letting the other person caress his face.

The finger is like an ice cube, and it is drawn from the corner of the eye, the bridge of the nose, and the lips.

Magic Qianqiu felt very uncomfortable in his heart, and he wanted to whip his opponent into a meat mud, but he could do nothing. Finally, this disgusting touch was over. The magical eyes blinked dangerously. Before they opened their mouths, they heard a clear and ignorant voice: "You look like me, are you me too?"

Magic Qianqi immediately opened his eyes: "Who is the same as you? The deity is ten thousand times better than you!"

Magic Qianqiu felt that his hand was pulled, and he was unable to be pulled by the other side and put it on the other's face. Jin touched his eyes with his cold fingers, while pulling his hand to touch his eyes. Then I began to touch my cheeks, stroke my eyebrows, and touch my lips...

When the Jin touched the part of the magic, he touched which part of his own with the hand of the magic.

Perhaps it was the darkness that took too long, and the magic Qianqiu actually found himself slowly sketching the other's face.

Just as he once said to Luo Qingqing, the demon statue is really pretty good.

- But definitely far worse than him!

Jin said with perseverance: "You see, you and I are all the same, you have here, I have it here, we are all the same... So, are you me?"

Magic Qianqiu sneered: "Roll."

Jin Zai took his hand again and said reluctantly: "Then you are not me, who are you? You must be me."

Magic Qianqiu refused to answer.

Jin Shi still said it over and over again, insisting that "you are me" over and over again. When he said the forty-sixth time, the magic Qian Qiu finally couldn't bear it. He used his last strength to open his hand. : "The deity is not you, the deity is ten thousand times better than you, I heard no!"

Jin Jin suddenly calmed down, and the magic Qianqiu just breathed a sigh of relief. The other person took his hand again and said, "Who are you? What is your name? Why do you look like me? What are you?" people?"

Magic Qianqiu: "..."

Magic Qianqiu never hated children so much. Jin Jin is like a child. He has been asking some inexplicable questions. If he does not answer, Jin Jin can ask this time and again, as if he can ask the old days.

In desperation, the devil said in a perfunctory manner: "My name is Qianqiu."

But even if it is answered, Jin Li is still constantly asking.

The magic millennium seems to have seen the scene of Yunxiang when he was a child. He took a fancy to the roots of the best of Yunxiang and the natural induction of the magic, and brought the fragrance back. But Yunxiang was still a baby at that time. She only knew how to cry and cry all day long. Even if she was a genius, she couldn’t take care of such a child, so he gave Yunxiang to the Qin and Qin brothers.

It turns out that Yunxiang was growing up normally.

Magic Qianqiu racked his brains to recall how he used to shut up Yunxiang, so when Jin’s words were just halfway through, he suddenly interrupted: “I have a story, do you want to hear it?”

The beginning was quite blunt, but Jin said with a whisper: "I want to listen."

Magic Qianqiu casually said: "...There was a demon statue before, he looked extremely beautiful, and his mana was strong. One day he killed the base camp of the monster, killed all the monsters, and put those hypocrisy The old man was killed, and he became the best in the world."

Jin stayed for a while, as if I didn't hear the story of the magic, and continued the question: "Why don't you tell me, why are you here? Where is it here? Why are we..."

"There is still a story!" Magic Qianqiu cold face continued to interrupt.

Jin said, "Good..."

"There was a little beauty in the past, and it looked very good. He called Luo gradually clear. One day he met a person who was 10,000 times better than him. - That person is called Devils. Autumn is clear and convinced. He worshipped him as his eldest brother. Every time he saw someone, he said to people, 'Magic is the most powerful and powerful monk in the world'. Finally they flew together."

This time, Jin has been away for a long time, and the magic Qianqiu just breathed a sigh of relief. Jin said and said: "Why are we here? Chiaki, who am I? Why don't you tell me? Why don't you answer my question... ”

"I still have a story!"

Jin left the dumb nod: "...good."

The magic of Qianqiu slowly hangs his throat, his eyes are deep and silent, as if through the thick darkness, he saw the demon who looked at himself silly and even had no more defense. He obviously only needs a little bit of spiritual power to kill the other side, but he doesn't even have the strength to raise his hand. He can only let the other person so entangle himself.

The corners of the lips gradually hang down, and the delicate and beautiful face has no other look.

Just as Jin Jin was about to ask questions again, Mo Qianqiu calmly opened his mouth and began to tell a very simple story: "Two thousand seven hundred