Chapter 1842： The truth (3) (1/2)

Chapter 1842 Truth (3)

When she fell in love, she stroked him with armor numerous times, stroking the black armor with his body temperature, but why... until now, she remembered that the armor was so familiar...

After all, they missed it...

The cursed **** took the broken armor, and picked up the pieces, and held them in their arms as if they were treasures.

Her body, a little bit of a star-like light, a little dissipated.

Oh la la...

At the moment when her figure disappeared completely, the pieces of armor that had been carefully picked up by her were spilled.

Above the ground, those mourning living dead suddenly stopped moving, one by one stiff on the ground.

”Go to destroy the skeleton of the cursed god! Her resentment has disappeared.” Little white tiger came back.

Ye Qingyi glimpsed a little, looked up and looked forward, in the place where the cursed god's bones stood, quietly lying a woman's cheekbones.

Ye Qingyi walked toward the sacrum, but the heart was very complicated.

The cursed **** resentful of the betrayal of the human race, but the real resentment of her resentment is the budding of the betrayal, and when all the misunderstandings are solved, the slogan gives life and let her completely put down the resentment.

”Where is it, who is wrong.” Ye Qingyi looked at the skeleton of the cursed god. She suddenly squatted on one knee, facing the cursing god's skeleton and pious salute.

The Taikoo people betrayed their creators.

How can the cursed **** be a protoss without resentment?

As a human race, Ye Qingying, who has entered this mysterious environment and has suffered the curse, is the victim. In fact, the true gods who fell away hundreds of thousands of years ago, why not?

Ye Qingyi does not believe in the gods, but she admires the love between the cursed **** and the gods.

Ye Qingying ignited black flames and burned the cursed god's cheekbones a little bit.

As the cursed god's skeleton was incinerated, the eyes of the living dead on the ground restored the clearness of the past.

The giant mouth above the earth shrank a little and withered, and those who died were free.

But this freedom...but not true freedom.

They are still alive, but they cannot leave this mystery. Although the cursed **** has dispersed, but stay in this secret, the power that cannot die is still there.