Overlord, Love Me Tender

Chapter 3711, I know her, it is like this.

His voice was whispered, and he stared at Mo Zhenying with a word: "Do you really think that you are a puppet, will I forgive you?"

Mo Yanying’s Hua Ren, slightly enlarged.

Between the darkest and the most scorpions, it seems as if there is any streamer flashing.

The silver hair shook in front of her eyes.

The tingling of the cone heart hit again.

For such a feeling, Mo Zhenying is very strange.

She slowly raised her hand and pressed it to her chest.

The godless eye wave flashed slightly.

The long eyelashes are also moving.

Heartache?

Is this a feeling of heartache?

Is she... also a person with a heart?

Mo Zhenying fell into his own thoughts.

In the eyes of the big eyes, the extreme black.

Black to the bottom does not bottom.

This made Qiao Yanyan feel that he had a feeling of punching on cotton.

It's just like……

All the anger is only one person!

The girl in front of me did not react at all.

This cognition, let Qiao Yanyan the whole person, stunned his arms.

He closed his eyes hard.

The footsteps are slightly embarrassing and back off.

A self-deprecating chuckle spilled from his mouth.

Then, turned around and swayed, and the footsteps were soft and weak and went in the other direction.

His back looks extremely desolate.

It is like losing all life.

Yes... is the heart dead?

The fine eyebrows that fell at night were a little tighter.

She looked at her eyes.

Seeing that Mo Zhenying is still in the same place, he does not know what he is thinking according to his chest.

Like a puppet.

The night fell and sighed.

Others don't know what Mo Zhenying is.

She is a brother, how could she not know that Mo Zhenying is just in his own world at this time...

Looking at the back of Qiao Yanyan’s lonely and stunned, the night cleared and finally called out: “胤炎, etc.”

She spoke.

Qiao Yuyan stayed in the footsteps.

Even Mo Zhenying, who has fallen into his own world, has raised his head.

One side slightly licked the **** and stared at the night.

The night fell to the side of Mo Zhenying and took the hand of Mo Yuying.

She sighed: "I don't know if you admit the wrong person, or misunderstood something. From the time I know the shadow, she is like this. There is no such thing as 'stupidity' or 'puppet'. The argument."

The back of Qiao Yuyan was a stiff time.

Then he turned around and squatted, and the black scorpion looked down to the night.

The night fell and did not dodge, his eyes dignified and seriously looked at him.

for a long time.

The dawn of Qiao Yanyan gradually faded.

His thin lips moved, his voice was a bit stunned and dumb: "She... why is this?"

"I don't know." The night fell and shook his head. "I never knew her, that's it."

The sight of Qiao Yuyan moved back to Mo Zhenying little by little.

Looking at Mo Yanying's expressionless face.

The empty eyes are godless.

There is also a stiff and totally unnatural posture of squinting.

His heart is chaotic...

To be honest, when the night clears the opening to explain.

His heart has already believed a few points.

From the time I saw Mo Zhenying.

He noticed her strangeness and unnaturalness.

However, my hate and resentment for her... let him ignore this.

Now Mo Zhenying.

The one who can remember.

It is really different.

The atmosphere is gradually dignified.

No one has opened it again.

For a long time...

Or the gentle dance broke the strange atmosphere at this time: "Everyone has to let go, empty the place, hand it over to the historians, and you need to rest."

(End of this chapter)