There are always regrets in life. No matter how hard we work hard and how to desperately, some things happen, we cannot recover.

Lin Fei was fighting, and used the contraindication of the inheritance of the God of War.

Such a mother -in -law, such a woman who sacrificed for love, left people.

After Lin Fei woke up, he looked at Mei Ting's serene and closed his eyes, as if he fell asleep. His heart was painful as a knife cut.

Tears have been like the Yellow River in the dyke.

The biggest pain in life is that the child is filial and the kiss is not there.

The disaster of life is always like that.

Lin Fei finally understood that he faced human beings and died, and this unbreakable game was no different from ordinary people.

When his loved ones died of a non -life, he has no more money to have a lot of money, and it is useless to have a strong power!

The villa courtyard has set up a spirit shed, and there is a spirit bed in the shed.

Mei Ting lay peacefully on the spirit bed.

There are people around the people, thousands of people, at this time, everyone's face is sorrowful.

Chen Hengtong, including the five tigers, all came, they all stood silently, I didn't know how to persuade Lin Fei.

At this time, silently, everyone's heart is silent.

Only Lin Ke'er cried and died.

After all, she is just a child. Inner endurance, there is far from adults to be strong.

No one persuaded her to make her sad.

One after another, there are still some figures and people who come.

There is no doubt that these people come to Lin Fei.

Chen Hengtong personally presided over, and the guests who received the exchanges helped Lin Fei take care of Mei Ting's funeral.

Liu Qiuju, who has always been restless, seems to have a great touch of Mei Ting's death.

She saw Mei Ting lay down on the spirit bed, and suddenly understood a reason.

She understands that she is in her forties, and she seems to have a lot of time in her life. In fact, it is not.

Maybe an accident, a lively life is gone.

Huaxia is dead every day, and there are sad people every day.

Every day, there are people and relatives from death.

No one can escape the heavy theme of death.

She looked at Mei Ting and thought that she might lie like this tomorrow. There was a desolate in her heart.

Thinking, thinking, she thought of her old lady again.

I still have an old mother in her eighty -year -old. How long has I not gone to see her?

Thinking, thinking, she was a little sad, and she dropped two tears silently.

She was not crying for Mei Ting's death, mainly because of sentimental, because she saw a lot of helplessness when she saw her life.

Or maybe one day, I lay down like this. Who would cry for myself?

She feels that she is not as good as Mei Ting.

Although Mei Ting was dead, her children were filial and cried for her.

But what about yourself!?

I am really dead, I guess Qing Qian, the president of Qingxue all sighed, this scourge finally gone!

Perhaps Ye Xian will scold, this abominable woman, finally died!

Thinking of this, she watched a chill, left here in a hurry, and went to see her old mother!

Nympho

At the same time, in a mysterious manor in country M.

For the first time on the demon's glamorous face, tears appeared. She looked at the bed, without blood, and a man wearing a Huaxia cyan robe, lying quietly.

Her tearful eyes will show the hate of madness.

With her fingers, she scratched on his stiff and cold face, a few scratches, and clearly left on the pale face.

"You bastard, for a village woman, he committed suicide!"

"Where can I compare a village woman?"

"I am for you, waiting for you for eleven years, we still have a child!"

"Yes, you have never looked at the child, as you have never looked at me with your eyes!"

"But that's also your flesh!"

"Xiao Zhijun, you bastard, you are so cruel!"

She scolded for a while, a lunatic laughed for a while, and then took out a bottle of daughter's red, drinking and drinking.

She did not drink wine, but was lonely and heartbreaking. There were also abandoned abandoned by being abandoned by others.

You are right, she does drink it in Huaxia. This pure daughter red only in the specific years.

In this world, in addition to her, there is such an authentic daughter, even Huaxia is gone.

A big boy with big eyes, wearing a young master -like suit, especially spirit, silently paying attention to her, silently looking at the cold Xiao Zhijun on the bed.

His name is Xiao regret.

Why is his mother who gives him this name? He is not clear. The only thing he knows is that he rarely sees his mother, and he can't see his father.

And his life and daily life are all the old slaves who are holding back.

Since his memories, the old slave lames his leg, as if he is about to die.

The old slave always died of the skin, and it looked like a half -dead.

Moreover, the old slaves are particularly ugly, ugly, and children are scared to cry when they see specifications, and they will have nightmares at night.

However, Xiao did not regret that she was never afraid, and even felt that the old slave was cute.

Because the old slave is true, he can touch it.

Her mother is beautiful and beautiful, but she can't touch it.

She is almost beautiful, and since he remembers, she looks like this, as if she will never be old.

Moreover, she never hugged him, and there was no taste that mother should have.

Therefore, he is always unfamiliar with her eyes, much strange than old slaves.

Although he is only ten years old, he has the deep eyes and the calmness that he shows. He does not lose to any adult.

Moreover, he found himself that he had an incredible power from a very young age.

For example, as long as you move your thoughts, you can catch what you want.

Even those glass counters showed things, he wanted, as soon as the brain circuit moved, the things would automatically fly into his hands.

With such a god, he was particularly excited a few years ago, but this kind of game has been playing too much. What he wants is too easy to get. It feels boring.

Moreover, he has the ability to never forget.

In the small head, it has been filled with knowledge of all walks of life.

Although he is only ten years old, he lives like an 80 -year -old man.

He likes loneliness even more. Except for the occasional talk with the old slave, he is always in a daze.

However, this time his pair of eyes like dead water, suddenly like a ripple lake water.

Because, he saw the magic Luo who was always smiling, and he would cry, and he would be sad.

He suddenly spoke, the voice was the voice of the little boy, but with the old -fashioned tone.

"He was finally tortured to death!"
Chapter completed!