During these days in the Zhu family, I didn't have much contact with Zhu Honglie. I just vaguely heard people mention that his relationship with Luo Yinghong was not particularly good. Did he really fail this woman?

And from the way Zhu Honglie looked at her, she clearly felt a different kind of emotion. She didn't pay much attention to it at first, but after hearing about this woman's past memories last night, she was a little confused.

I don’t understand, does that woman named Feng Xixi really have something to do with me? The Alluring Night was given to me by my aunt. Could it be related to my aunt, but my aunt’s name is not Xixi!

"Xiao Qiao, Xiao Qiao! Xiao Qiao, where are you..." From a distance, I heard Qinghan's urgent call, and in the looming mist, a black figure came towards Bei Moting.

A cruel sneer appeared at the corner of the pink-clothed woman's lips, and her brows tightened: "Finally here!" As she spoke, she leaned towards the desk and gently stroked the Yaoqin in her hand. Just as Xiao Qiao was about to call out Qinghan, hehe.

There was a sound, and a string was shot over, sealing her dumb hole. Xiao Qiao was leaning motionless on the pillar beside her, her face was ashen, looking at the familiar figure getting closer and closer.

, but there is no way at all.

The sound of the piano is long, like weeping and complaining, floating melancholy in the apricot rain forest. In this midwinter season, the apricot trees all over the mountain have withered, and the branches are bare, showing a sense of desolation and desolation. Bei Moting

The woman in the middle stands in the wind, with a sad face

Filled with deep hatred, I meet you again when the flowers are falling. The world has gone through vicissitudes for twenty years, but where has this king gone again? The sad past reappeared in my mind, the sound of the piano suddenly became louder, and the people on the ground

A few dead leaves also started to rotate.[

"Xiao Qiao!" Qing Han appeared in the vast fog and looked at Xiao Qiao who was leaning to one side with joy, completely ignoring the piano player playing beside him. The young woman in pink had cold eyes.

There was an icy murderous aura in his eyes, and his slender fingers were flicking back and forth on the strings.

With a whoosh, a beam of purple light had already struck Qinghan, passing through the mist of water mist, and making a dull sound with a clang. Xiao Qiao's face lost color in an instant, and he looked at the slender man with horror.
Chapter completed!