Chapter 3165: Heavenly Dao Administration: Blood Races Are Born Without Hearts

After being silent for a while, Fengluo silently covered his face with his paws.

It really wasn't it that just acted so stupidly.

Believe it.

really not.

Ranbai snorted in a low voice, lazy and arrogant, every word carried her unique willfulness and evil spirit: "Since the temple is back, should some accounts be settled?"

Closure is vicissitudes.

look,

what it said before.

The host finally reached out to it!

Who can come and save it!

Oh no!

"To be honest, you may not believe the host, but I still have to say it." Feng Luo touched his face with his claws, and the pair of crystal blue cat pupils looked at the dyed white very sincerely. With a convincing tone, after a long sigh, he said meaningfully: "Actually... this is a wonderful misunderstanding."

Dyeing white: "..."

"The truth is like this." Feng Luo's tone was very deep, as if he had been through vicissitudes and pretended to be like. Fengluo felt that he was really too smart, it secretly gave a compliment to himself who was so witty and smart, and sighed on the surface: "There are some dramatic stories in life, after all, life is like a play, and it all depends on acting. Dramatic scenes often If it happens, we have to learn to accept it calmly.”

Ranbai pondered for two seconds, mercilessly dismantling it, and his tone was subtle: "How about cheating ghosts?"

"...No." I lied to you.

But the next sentence was sealed and he dared not say it.

Because it hasn't saved enough of its own coffin book.

Ranbai didn't care about it, she was indifferent and threw it away.

The snow-white dumpling in his hand crossed a perfect parabola in an instant, and finally landed on the ground with a face-to-face posture, making a loud bang.

Seal tears.

As the saying goes,

Hit people without hitting them in the face.

You can't throw a cat with your face on the ground! !

Excessive!

After Gu Ying felt self-pity, self-pity, and practiced self-pity for a while, Fengluo quickly revived with full blood, and ran to Dianbai.

The girl's blood clan just leaned there lightly, no one could see her emotions, as always arrogant and noble.

Feng Luo's mood is slightly complicated.

It's the host,

everything is fine,

It's just too cool and too sensible.

No matter what it is, she can always adjust herself to what she thinks is the best and calmest in the shortest possible time.

Not really care about anything.

It was her compulsive, silent force that forced herself not to care about anything, as if holding a sharp and sharp dagger in her own hands to cut the softest part of her heart inch by inch.

Then she won.

She successfully pushed herself into the state she wanted.

Even if you are not happy or happy, you will not care.

Because she has never been so happy, and she will not be greedy for temperature without a bottom line.

She has a strong bottom line and understands trade-offs.

She is always extraordinarily awake and alone.

She knows what she wants and what she doesn't want.

And keep moving in the direction of that goal, no matter what the cost in the middle.

The pain is really painful, but her reason trumps everything, whether it is pain, emotion, or fetters.

She can do it without looking, and she can do it lightly.

as it is now.

It's like Feng Luo has never seen her host cry, no matter what she's experienced, in that plane, with unforgettable feelings, touching or sadness, at most, her eyes are red, but she has never shed a single tear.

its host,

Proud to die.

This kind of pride made her but also bound her.