Qin Lang was rarely guilty and murmured.

Not afraid.

But the guilt in my heart.

He didn't say it, but there was always a gap in his heart.

Throwing blood-colored mandala and other women into the Xuanhuang world, regardless of it, can be for thousands of years.

The torture of this years cannot be offset by a systematic personal insurance.

"I've finally waited for you."

Bloody Mandala's red lips trembled.

In the beautiful eyes, crystal tears shaking.

The ruined Beihai City welcomed the irrigation of spiritual rain.

When the dead trees come to spring, all things resurrect.

The mandala flowers blooming around the blood-colored mandala seem to feel the sadness of this great emperor.

In a slight swaying, trembling.

call!!!

Qin Lang took a few deep breaths.

He raised his head, spread his arms, and opened his heart guiltily and enthusiastically.

The blood-colored mandala pursed her red lips and cried with joy.

The hem of the skirt shook.

In a blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Qin Lang.

He opened his arms and tightly locked Qin Lang's male dog waist.

She hugged her very tightly.

Not particularly tight.

In the eyes of the blood-colored mandala, Qin Lang looked like an "exquisite" doll.

If you have a little more strength, you can easily crush it.

Like a waterfall, the black hair is fluttering.

Qin Lang could smell the refreshing fragrance as his nose moved.

Great Emperor.

Chasing the Dark Night Emperor and forcing the Blood-colored Mandala to retreat from the Fire Emperor.

Where is the strength just now?

The delicate body in his arms was trembling constantly.

Like a frightened quail.
Chapter completed!