The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

Yasha was silent, and the smile on his face melted like the snow in the spring. He didn't dare to look at the eyes of Shen Yanxiao, so he turned his head.

Shen Yanxiao sighed. "The grievances of resentment in your heart are all because you think that the Lord God has abandoned you, so you are willing to think that if you rebel with the undead, the Lord God will be forced out, but... he disappeared."

Yasha did not say a word, and the hands hanging on his side clenched into fists.

His silence confirmed the speculation of Shen Yanxiao.

Before Shen Yanxiao, I felt very strange. The strength of Yaksha should be similar to that of Dragon God, and even higher than that of Dragon God. However, when he was repairing his hand, he did not even have a touch of rebellion. Next, even with a hint of relief.

The repair is very strong, and Shen Yanxiao has seen the picture of playing the dragon **** in repairing the single. The dragon **** has almost no room to fight back, but this does not mean that there is no possibility of even a little struggle.

At the moment of repairing the hand, the Yasha was even withdrawn from the death of his body, leaving the sacred breath in the room to cause a scar on his skin.

This is clearly the practice of finding death.

His former roar was just to vent his indignation over the years, and he wanted to stimulate the killing of him.

Shen Yanxiao suddenly felt that the Yaksha is like the undead race. It was created by the Lord God and abandoned by the Lord God. It is like a child. He is looking forward to his parents to guide themselves to grow up. However, after discovering his eyes, his parents are not only found in the blink of an eye. Abandon yourself and even want to kill yourself.

Such a gap is unacceptable to anyone.

"He shouldn't lie to me." Yasha squeezed out the five words from the teeth, and the short five words completely revealed his inner sadness.

"I can be an undead, I can give up the identity of the Protoss, but...but why he wants to abandon me again! Since you are not willing to accept the undead, why should you let me come over! Why did you give me hope and let me despair!" Yaksha Binocular congestion, punching the floor under the punch.

The blood flowed out of his palm and sprinkled on the cold floor, as if he had hope in his heart, and he was exhausted little by little, leaving only the resentment and despair.

"The Lord God did not give up the undead... He did not, many times the other gods proposed to destroy the undead, all the Lord God came forward to stop, but the resurrection of the undead was too evil!" Dragon God looked at the Yaksha complexly, he felt that the Yasha is hateful I think he is very pitiful.

"The Lord God, where did you go?" Yasha asked, looking up.

"I don't know... no one knows where he went." Dragon God honestly replied that the disappearance of the Lord God is the biggest mystery in the world.

"I have become a Protoss for a short time, and I like to make troubles. I am often beaten by the gods. The Lord God told me that when I saw him, he missed the upper **** called Yaksha. He did not abandon you, although I don't know anything. The reason is that he is not in contact with you, but he always has your position in his heart." Dragon God tried hard to explain that a large part of his understanding of Yaksha comes from the Lord God.

The Yaksha glimpsed a little, and there was a hint of surprise on the pale face.

I still remember that when he was still in the Protoss, he often studied with the Emperor. The Lord God always laughed when he saw it.