Yes, his father appeared as a blessing to kill him.

At that moment, Yu Lianyun realized that he was only prepared to be killed by Yao Zhenzhen, but not by anyone else, none other than his dead father.

Yu Lianyun already felt guilty towards her father. When the blessing appeared to him, his psychological defenses pletely collapsed and he began to instinctively resist.

When her father twisted the limbs of the incarnation of blessings, Yu Lianyun's mental trauma was actually greater than the physical pain.

“Maybe I really deserve it.” Yu Lianyun came out of her memory with a cold sweat on her back. He still couldn't let it go. Thinking about it, he couldn't help but remember the words Ling Ling had said to himself.

No matter what happens in the future, his father's death is destined to haunt him for the rest of his life as an eternal demon.

He had to slowly get used to the torture and pain, as the worst blessings, like the most perverted lover, pletely engulfed him.

At that moment, a dead black unknown object in the form of his father crawled to his right side, and a twisted object in the image of Yao Zhenzhen's broken-hearted woman in white clothes also stuck to his plaster. Ta. - Covered body. Familiar faces were staring at her with the sickest expressions and breathing heavily...

``President Lin, what are you burning?'' Haimofen came to the forest hut again, but he could see Lingling standing outside the house, occasionally throwing something into the burning bucket. I did. As I looked closer, I couldn't help but wonder, "Is this really a videotape?"

"Well, in the future you won't need it." Linlin smiled and nodded. Then he glanced at the sharp gloves on Haimofen's hands and said, ``I really like those gloves.''

Heimorphen laughed and rubbed the sharp blades in his hands together, imitating the way a normal person would rub their fingers together when they're embarrassed, saying, ``Yes, I'm totally in love with these shoes, but I can't wear them.'' It's a shame. Time."

本小章还未完，请点击下一页继续阅读后面精彩内容！