“I… I’m sorry…” Xin Junmao said in pain.
The bhikkuni smiled a little. "Everything is legal and everything has a destiny. You have never hurt me or her in this life."
"Reincarnation? Destiny? Hahaha, I am not like you. How could I experience something like this? I have never died and I will never die." After hearing the words, Mr. Zhao sneered several times and said:
The bhikkuni looked at the other person with passion and said in a calm tone:
Mr. Zhao's face sank, and his expression slowly changed.
Just when Miss Qiao was about to return to her original form, she suddenly found herself falling into a black void. After falling for several tens of seconds, he landed safely.
During the long autumn, Mr. Zhao pleted his transformation and pletely transformed into a huge pile of white flesh with the hands and feet of countless men and women tied together. Beneath the pile of bodies there seemed to be a large ocean of broken and expensive wounds. Blood was gushing out, crushing pustules and blisters that looked like tumors.
At this moment, Ms. Zhao's attitude is exactly that of a gluttonous girl, and is so ugly and disgusting that words cannot accurately describe it.
"This is Mr. Zhao. I'm sorry, but please get off the stage." Haimofen from the darkness. He held a violin in one hand, and in the other hand controlled five sharp knives by moving five fingers.
At this time, Mr. Zhao had returned to his original body, but he seemed to have lost the ability to make human voices. He looked at Heimofen darkly and growled something.
However, Heimorphen seemed to understand what the other person was saying. He paused, put his hands together with an expression of loyalty and faith, and said, ``I'm not intentionally looking for trouble, but I just don't want your presence to ruin this performance. It's going to be ruined.'' In the spirit of Boss Lin. ”
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