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889. Love and Hate 6

A long time ago, Ling Xiaotu thought it was ridiculous.

But now, when this feeling came to her, she found that she had no ability to resist in front of it.

It wasn't a force, she couldn't see anything and couldn't fight it, but it did exist.

But in front of her, she was powerless and could only bear the tearing force of the invisible force.[

It seemed that he was willing to tear her heart to pieces.

It’s so uncomfortable,,,,

,,,,,

Xuanyuan Xuantian felt very cold.

The demon world is not a very cold place, at least it is not cold where he stays, and he can still see the flowers blooming at his feet.

Those things can take root and sprout anywhere, whether it is the lawn of the human world or the battlefield of the demon world, they can always live carefree.

But he still felt cold. He unconsciously clenched his fists and then released them, hoping that the blood would flow faster. This had been his habit for a long time.

This way he doesn't have to be so cold or stiff, like another creature.

It doesn't look so cold here, his heart is as if frozen...,,,

He suddenly realized that it was not because of the invasion of the outside temperature, but because he was slowly turning into something like ice, and the coldness was emanating from himself.

This coldness is not due to temperature or bacteria, so it is always just cold and will continue to be cold.

This coldness has followed him like a maggot attached to his bones since he was born, or like a black hole hanging above his head. Every time he uses his power, it becomes more terrifying, but he has no way to stop it.

These identities that were born with them, the hatred flowing in their blood, until one day they will be destroyed.

He felt it was difficult to breathe. He had to stop these thoughts or they would swallow them up. He used the old method he had used many times and began to count quickly. The complexity of mathematics always calmed him down.

But this time, he did not have enough time to regain his balance. A trace of putrid smell flowed through the air. It was so vivid that it lingered around him like a real thread and could not be washed away.

The smell comes from the underground that has been covered for who knows how many years. It is so strong because it was exposed to the outside air for the first time.


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