Qin Lang felt a rare guilty conscience 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 the bloody mandala and other women into the black and yellow world, and ignoring them, they will last for thousands of years.

This years of suffering cannot be offset by a systematic personal protection insurance.

"I've finally waited for you."

Blood Mandala's red lips tremble.

There were crystal tears swaying in her beautiful eyes.

The ruins of Beihai City welcomed a spiritual rain.

Spring comes to dead trees, and everything revives.

The stamens and stamens of the mandala flowers blooming around the bloody mandala seem to feel the sadness of this great emperor.

Swaying slightly, trembling.

call!!!

Qin Lang took a few deep breaths.

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

Blood Mandala pursed her red lips and cried with joy.

The hem of the skirt trembled.

In the blink of an eye, the whole person appeared in front of Qin Lang.

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

She hugged her tightly.

It's not particularly tight.

In Qin Lang's eyes, the current Bloody Mandala is like an 'exquisite' doll.

Even with a little bit of force, it can be easily crushed.

The green hair is like a waterfall, flying one after another.

As Qin Lang's nose twitched, he could smell the refreshing fragrance.

The majestic emperor.

Chase down the Dark Night Emperor and drive back the Bloody Mandala of the Lihuo Emperor.

At this moment, where is the slightest bit of strength from before?

The delicate body in his arms was trembling uncontrollably.

Like a frightened quail.

Qin Lang put his arms around Bloody Mandala's slender waist, caressed her beautiful back, and whispered softly, "I've suffered so much for you all these years."
Chapter completed!