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In summer, the unbearable wind blows slowly from the body of nine tones, which makes nine tones scold the summer in their hearts. Nine tones just hate summer, and they hate it when they are unconscious without reason or reason. Standing by the sea, looking at the endless sea. Nine tones looked at, surprised that there would be a sea here, and nine tones didn't know. Although the sea is not big, it makes people look like the sea in front of them is really big and has no end because of the illusion when they look at it with naked eyes. In fact, it is not, but the end is not far away, which can't be seen from a flat angle. "Why do you call Xinle Shiling?" Nine tones asked, she didn't understand. Jiang Tian was silent for a moment, looking at the endless sea, Jiang Tian sighed and closed his eyes. Liu Haier was blown in the left face by the wind. The sad right face was deeply engraved into the eyes of nine tones. Nine tones didn't ask, but quietly stood by and looked at Jiang Tian, and had an intuition in my heart. This intuition told Jiuyin Jiang Tian that he would answer himself. Until a long time, Jiang Tian answered nine tones. Jiang Tian didn't tell the story behind him. It's simply saying that you are wrong, and then you don't say anything again. Jiang Tian doesn't want to say, because he is afraid of memories, and because he can't trust nine tones. Jiang Tian knows memories, and it depends on himself whether he remembers them or not. However, Jiang was naive and afraid. They stood there for a long time without saying a word again. Nine tones of the heart questioned Jiang Tian's answer, nine tones can be seen in Jiang Tian's eyes, back, face are written with the word "ruin". Just nine tones didn't say it, and I don't know how to say it. He stood quietly and looked at the sea for a long time. At dusk, the hot light quickly covered the earth, and the sea turned golden yellow. Look, good yearning, good aestheticism. "Go back! It's dusk, it's getting dark..." Jiang Tian's tone can't hear anything mixed. However, perhaps there is really nothing mixed, just advice. Nine tone nodded, turned and walked a few steps, the head slightly tilted over, cast a puzzled eye to the ginger days, and then in ginger days after receiving continue to move forward. Night, so beautiful! The stars twinkled and lit up the whole starry sky. The stars glow faintly little by little, accompanying the moon. The moon is like what we often say: "The round moon is like a plate." Now the moon at this moment is really like a big plate. Spread a faint light, shining into the air, unable to shine on the ground. Nine tones watch, and the moon yearns for beauty. It's just that the lower right corner of the moon is stained with a trace of blood. Nine tones don't know why they can see so clearly. With ordinary eyesight, nine tones can't be seen so clearly. But now it is so clear, a trace of blood. "What's going on? Blood?" Nine tones said to themselves in surprise in their hearts. Nine tones are considered as illusions, visual illusions. Knead his eyes desperately, and when he opened his eyes again, nine news came. I believe it's not an illusion, an illusion of vision. No! Yongxia hid in his room, with his back to the wall, trembling and burying his head. Yongxia repressed his blood desire in his heart, and his heart was beating fiercely. The speed is as if it is about to jump out, and the heart is eager for blood! Yongxia suppressed his heart with his willpower. Yongxia can't hold on, so painful and uncomfortable... These two feelings are like two double-edged swords, which are about to pierce Yongxia's willpower. Yongxia insisted, and her mother was Yongxia's unbreakable willpower, and she couldn't puncture anything. Yongxia knows that today is the blood moon, and Yongxia will lose consciousness and suck blood crazily. Yongxia also knows that ginger day is guarding himself outside, and ginger day will mercilessly subdue himself... Yongxia wants to live for her mother, and live for vampires who have lost their blood clan. Yongxia should restrain it! But he is so painful and uncomfortable. What should I do? "Mom..." Yongxia looked up, blood-red eyeballs shining, pale and bloody face. At the speed of the wind, Yongxia stood under the forest and looked around. Capture the shadow of ginger day, open his right hand, attract strangers nearby to suck over, grab his neck, show fangs, bite down, severely thrown aside, corners of the mouth stained with a trace of bloodshot, show a little smile, laugh at ginger day? "Shameless vampire!" Jiang Tian said coldly, his tone exudes chill. I don't know when, ginger day holding thousands of Wei in his hand, facing Yongxia in front, aiming at Yongxia's forehead, pressed a shot. Yongxia stared at the bullet, leaned back, and then ran up quickly. The goal is Jiang Tian, and Yongxia will fight with Jiang Tian. Yongxia wants to take his own life to Bo, he doesn't believe in fate, he wants to change his fate! Grasp ginger day's neck, Yongxia was supposed to pinch. But I saw nine tones not far away approaching here. Yongxia lost his mind and recovered. Loosen ginger days, their rapid escape from this place. Jiang Tianxie smiled, thousands of Wei aimed at the back of Yongxia's head, missed... hit Yongxia's hand. Nine sounds scared squat down, she was the gunfire bet, squatting in the open space, hands over their ears, heart beat faster. After the gunfire fell, there was no sound around, and it was terrible and vented, and it was as silent as death. Until a long time, nine tone just looked up, eyes straight at the distance disappeared in their eyes of the familiar figure, looking at the line of blood from the person fell down, nine tone eyes become empty, brain a blank. I don't even know where I am, looking at the blood line... "That's..." Jiang Tian looked back, looked at the nine tones and sighed. Jiang Tian knows that nine tones are human beings. It is common sense to see this scene and be frightened. But the motion still feels pitiful for nine tones. Will thousands of Wei put away, ginger day toward nine tones, stretched out his hand, motioned him to pull nine tones. But nine tones ignored it, and she still stayed and looked at it without God. In ginger days squat down, look at the nine-tone eyes. Nine tones slowly close their eyes. Sleeping, forgetting, amnesia. . . . . . . . . Although there are manuscripts saved in Liangxi, most of them are coded out, but readers should have a limited number of books, and I also want to eat drips and drips, moh-moh-moh-moh-moh-moh-moh-moh-moh-moh-moh