MTL - The Villain Has Something to Say-Chapter 157 Heartache 3

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Some stories in this world are long, and some stories are short.

Magic Qianqiu never tells a story. He simply said that he would listen quietly when he left. But this talk has been talking for three months.

The mortal life is only a hundred years old, but the story of the magic thousand autumn is a thousand years. The story is absolutely magnificent, and it is shocking to turn to the Kaihe, but his tone is always faint, neither happy nor angry, so there is no one to talk about.

Later, he gradually began to reluctant to talk about it in detail, but in a sentence, he did not ask him.

When I talked about that person became the best in the world and killed the Quartet, the devil screamed for a long time, and then he laughed lowly and said very generously: "It’s just over."

In the dark space, suddenly and quietly, there is nothing to say about the magic, and there is no opening in Jin.

Gradually, Mo Qianqiu felt that he had some strength in his body, and a faint aura slowly condensed in his broken Dantian. Although this power is very small, it cannot be ignored. The magic is swaying with a scorpion, calmly calming, but has begun to try to run the spiritual power.

No one knows how long this long silence has been, and the spiritual power in the magical field is increasing. This kind of spiritual power is only a drop in the ocean for him during his heyday, but at this moment, he may be able to cause some damage to the stupid demon in front of him.

Anyway, he is already destined to die, and he will be more injured before the death. For the outsiders, he will have an extra chip.

The weak spiritual power is hidden in the broken meridians and flows slowly. In the darkness, the magic can not see the expression of Jin, and can only feel that the other side is still by his side, while the touch on the left hand is still telling. He: This man is still pulling his own hand.

Magic Qianqi carefully manipulates the power, his repair is lower than the other, but if you really want to attack, it is not impossible. The full amount of sweat gradually oozes, but the red lips are still slightly squirming. The faster the heart jumps, the stronger the smile on the lips.

The majestic spirit is condensed in the right palm of the magic, forming a blood red dot. This little point seems to grow in his palm, red blood, just as he prepares to lift his palm to the chest of Jin, suddenly! Just listening to Jin and gently "hmm", once again asked: "Will, then who am I? Who are you? Why are we here? Where is it here?"

Magic Qianqiu: "..."

Just a moment of hesitation, Mo Qianqiu slowly closed his hand and pinched his right hand, hiding the red dot of the palm of the hand that was condensed by magic and spiritual power.

The next thing is another new nightmare.

How can there be so much to say about Jin Jin, so many questions can not be asked?

If this kind of sulky, noisy person is placed in the past, the magic must never bother, because he will turn the other person into a meat. But now, he is absolutely helpless about Jin Jin. He really can't tell any other so-called stories. He has already told Luo's story (the story is gradually clearing and admiring the magic and the autumn). After listening to the story, I still wandered around and said nothing.

At this time, the magic millennium misses the noble and indifferent demon statue.

Killing can't kill, playing can't beat, what else can he do? You can only answer each other's questions patiently and patiently, otherwise the other person can ask the same question 10,000 times.

When Jin asked about the third thousand and four questions, Magic Qianqi finally couldn’t help but scream and lifted his head to the other’s chest. It is death, and he can't die under the eyes of this silly boy who is dying.

"You roll the deity!!!"

Hey!

A broken wind rang in front of the devil, and when he got out of the body, he swayed the attack.

The magic has long known that this attack has no effect on Jin Li, and even he knows that when he gave up the chance of the sneak attack, he was destined to attack him. But he still does not care about attacking, no longer is to hurt the other side, but to: let this person shut up!

The cold laughter sounded in the empty darkness, and the magic was pressed with anger. One word and one word, gnashed and said: "You want to kill me, give me pleasure, the deity is not your parents, why should you endure like this?" It’s so disappointing that you’re so boring, you can’t even go out with your own nightmare.”

In the darkness, no one has given back to the magic.

However, the magic is still happy, perhaps some people want to take a nap, he knows how boring he is.

At this time, Mo Qianqiu keenly heard a little water flowing. He listened carefully for a while, and realized that his own blow had actually caused Jin to be hurt, and I am afraid that it has already shed blood. However, the breath of Jin is still very stable and should be only a flesh injury.

The two have become a long silence, and the body of the magical age has long been unable to accumulate any spiritual power. Even he has felt the rapid passage of life.

At this moment, he heard a faint footstep sounding softly. He immediately watched the front and looked nervous. Then he found a person sitting slowly at his side, quietly. Sitting.

In the heart of the magic, I suddenly felt that something was wrong. His mind suddenly flashed a dangerous thought, and he heard a cold and quiet voice from his side: "You are not the parents of the deity, the deity is born without a father." There is no mother, drifting in the first sea of ​​the demon. The dragon is born with seven steps, which is equivalent to the cultivation of human beings. You are such a sinister and vicious person, and you are qualified to become the parents of the deity."

The exquisite double eyes are big, and the magic lips are slightly open for a long time. Only then, I laughed and said: "It seems like someone who is rushing to be your parents."

"Have you been to Long Island?" Jin suddenly asked.

Devils sneak a sigh of relief, lazy to understand, but the body is tight, ready to face each other's attacks.

To his surprise, Jin Jin seems to be really asking questions. After seeing the truth, he said with a soft voice: "Long Island is the forbidden land of the first sea. After living in adulthood, he has been living there. It has been seven thousand years since I thought it. Long Island is warm all year round, the seasons are like spring, the woods are dense, but there is a crescent-shaped lake located in the center of the island. The lake is condensed with majestic aura, and it can be cultivated in one day. After a hundred days, it is the most advanced cultivation place in Xuantian mainland."

"You are blowing yourself up." Devil Qianqiu could not help but ridiculed, "The magic mountain where my Magic Palace is located, gathering thousands of magic, can help the magic repair, more than a thousand times your lake."

After a while, Jin said with a faint voice: "Have you been to Long Island?"

The magic will ignore him.

Jin Jin asked again, and Mo Qianqiu finally said impatiently: "Why should the deity go to your projectile?"

This time, Jin had been silent for a while and sighed: "You have been there."

This sentence is too light, and the magic has not heard clearly, but he does not want to ask, there is no repetition of Jin.

Jin Jin is not the kind of person who likes to talk. The magic has already discovered that when he attacked the past, he did not know where he was from the Jin Dynasty. He actually played his fool. This is also considered to be a blessing by Sayong, at least no one is always arguing with himself, and death can be cleaned.

The magic is sitting on the wall, hanging his eyes and waiting for death.

Jin was sitting in a place away from him, and he didn’t know what he was thinking.

Extremely occasional, the magic will be gently snorted, and the incomparable meridians and dantian will bring him indescribable pain. Later, Jin Li will also say the last sentence. There is no meaning in speaking, and I don’t want to get the answer from Magic Qianqiu.

After four months, the devil squandered a blood, and the whole person’s vitality was almost turned into nothingness. Jin Jin is only looking at the side calmly, watching the body of the devil's serious injury can not withstand such a powerful realm, step by step decline and decline.

But this time, after a month of fainting, Magic Qianqiu survived the crisis.

He was only left with a sigh of relief, but he still squatted with his eyes and gasped softly.

Magic Qianqiu never thought about it, and he would have such a long and lingering day.

Even when he was the most dangerous when he was chased by the enemy when he was a child, he was not as tired as he is today. This way, he no longer has a face of a strong man. If he is not an enemy, he is not around. He does not want to humiliate and confess in the face of the enemy. I am afraid that I have decided to end this meaningless life.

He can die in front of Jin, but he must never give up and die.

The brain becomes groggy day by day, the extremely quiet environment and the completely dark space make the magical moment feel a sense of peace. He remembered all the regrets of this life. He had not yet broken through the restrictions of the Mahayana period. He could not have the time to train the next palace for the Magic Palace. He could not see the last side of the handover...

Did not complete a long time ago.

That incident has been in the heart for a long time, and he remembered it at the moment. It turned out that this matter could not be completed.

He was born in Wanzhou, an extremely inconspicuous third-rate sect. When he was born, he was devastated. Jin said that he has no father and no mother. Is he not? He has only one root of the product, but for his dead parents, he is already a very talented person, waiting for him to avenge his family.

Therefore, he had not had a name, and he was fleeing from Wanzhou by several uncles and began his life of escape.

By the time he was seven years old, the last elder of Qianqiumen also died under the command of the enemy, and he could only escape by one person.

Without being forced to the extreme, you will not know how much human potential is.

It takes a few days for a Mahayana sage to cross ten states. Because there are countless dangers, an unarmed child can secretly cultivate the magical practice that killed the whole family. Ten years, it has crossed two wildernesses, ten states!

At that time, he was tortured, and almost died a few times, but he supported it a little bit. After two hundred years, he entered the period of integration, the strength far surpassed the monks of the same realm, and in turn killed the monks who chased themselves, and destroyed the other side.

There seemed to be a wish at that time, what was that wish?

What is it...

Magic Qianqiu feels that the eyelids are getting heavier and heavier. The already dried up Dan Tian and the broken and seriously injured body can no longer bring him more pain, because this pain has already penetrated into the bone marrow and hurts to numbness.

Magic Qianqiu wants to open his eyes, but he feels that his gasping strength is gradually losing, and he really feels the end of life. At this moment, he suddenly understood that this time it was really dying.

There is no chance, it really wants to fall, and die in this place where no one knows.

I don't know what I thought in my heart. After a long period of silence, Mo Qianqiu suddenly exhausted the strength of the whole body and gently said three words. But when the three words fell, the whole dark space was quiet.

The magical eyes closed his eyes and exhausted the last trace of strength. However, he did not know. Just after he finished the three words, the blue demon statue not far from him was slightly shocked. After he had no breathing at all, the talent covered his voice with a scorpion.

After a short scent of incense, Jin did not show his hand to his chest without a harbinger, and cut his heart out, and then pulled through the body that had no breathing.