"Xuanwu, what's wrong with you?" Tsing Yi side of the head, I saw the men in the tight clothes holding their heads tightly.

His eyes are full of pain, as if any memory has been lost, but he can't think of it for a while...

Boom!

At this moment, it seems that there is a force exploding in the mind of Xuanwu. His steps are stepping back, and the handsome face is pale.

His eyes fell on the body of the ink, and the brows were always wrinkled, and even the body was slightly trembled.

Familiar with……

This boy is too familiar. He seems to have seen it somewhere, and he can’t remember it for a while...

Suddenly, a picture crossed the flood and jumped into the mind of Xuanwu. The original vague memory gradually became clear.

In the battlefield of blood, the two soldiers fought.

He wore an ink-colored gown and stood on the battlefield.

The blood stained the entire battlefield, and the corpses on the battlefield were everywhere, and the blood flow was countless.

Suddenly, a long sword came from behind and pierced his chest.

Blood stained his ink robes, his body was quite stiff, and he slowly turned his head...

It was a boy's face, familiar with the trembling of him, but he couldn't even ask a questioning voice.

Why...

Will it be him?

......

Demon on the holy mountain.

The boy has slowly fallen from the void, and he stood by the side of Suzaku, carefully opening his palm.

"This is Yan Yan let me hand it over to you."

In the palm of the juvenile, a blue stone lay quietly, and the stone exudes a faint glow, rendering the face of a teenager.

Suzaku looked at the stone in the palm of her hand. Her red lips trembled and wanted to say something, but her throat seemed to be blocked, and she couldn’t say a word.

"Suzaku, Xuanwu, what's wrong with you?" Xiaomi scratched his head and asked in confusion. "Do you know ink?"

This moment, the atmosphere is quiet.

Inside the demon mountain covered by the **** sky, there is a strange and serene atmosphere.

Suddenly, Xuanwu first used the action...

His physique was turned into a sharp sword, and the rapid breakthrough broke into the front of the juvenile. The fist was wrapped with a strong wind, and the bang came to the chest of the ink.

There is no resistance from the ink, and there is no resistance.

The powerful force was carried into his body, and his body suddenly stepped back a few steps. A trace of blood began to spread from the corner of his mouth and slowly flowed down.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Xuanwu’s eyes were blood red, and the killings poured out from the bottom of the eyes, covering the entire mountain range.

Suzaku stunned.

She fell into meditation.

After Xuanwu came back, she told her that the reason why he would fall down was because of an acquaintance...

Only he can't remember who this acquaintance is.

So... Now seeing Xuanwu’s reaction, Suzaku’s eyes slowly fall on the body of Mo.

Her fists were tightly held, and there was an inexhaustible anger from the chest, which made her face more glamorous and cold.

"Ink is away... is it you?"

Suzaku slowly approached the ink to get away with a few steps, his eyes gently picking up, a touch of cold mangling from the bottom of his eyes: "When did you kill Xuanwu?"

Xiaomi is dumbfounded.

Ink killed and killed Xuanwu?

This... how is this going to happen?

Ink is the younger brother of the owner. Has he killed Xuanwu? If the owner of this matter knows, what can it bear?

"I won't hurt her."

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