Xiaoyue's face suddenly turned red, and she patted her forehead very outrageously.
What was she thinking? How could Mi Shenyang be Mu Wangqing? One is pure and flawless, sacred and noble, the other is beautiful and cold, and is completely a man of two different styles, even his appearance is very large.
The difference.
She felt that she was becoming more and more crazy. She couldn't just stuff all good things on him just because Mu Wangqing was so handsome.
Regardless of whether she and Mu Wangqing are them, just look at that position. She doesn't want to have any connection with them.
Knowing their difficulties, we will naturally know how involuntary they are.
She didn't want to... she didn't want to take their way out one day and experience some pain that ordinary people could not bear.
"What are you thinking?"
Mu Wangqing deliberately slowed down and stopped in front of her.
"Since you came out, you have been downing your head absent-mindedly. I saw you hit yourself just now. Do you feel uncomfortable? Do you need it? I'll take a look for you."
"I……"
Xiaoyue raised her clear eyes and looked at the man in front of her. Thinking of her previous whimsical thoughts, the heat on her face became even hotter.
"No, nothing. I'm just thinking about how to solve Jin Qing's problem. Don't worry, let's go quickly."
As he said that, Xiaoyue lowered her head and walked quickly past him, leaving Mu Wangqing standing alone and watching her back as she walked away, with her eyes thick and deep.
Pain, an indescribable pain, moves the whole body with one place. The senses of the body and mind are different, and my thinking is very clear. I have to suffer at all times, and I firmly remember the torture my body has given her.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw herself staying in a strange field, surrounded by copper and iron walls, an unbreakable iron door, and the candles that were dissolving on the middle table and chair.
A cold eyes were scanned inadvertently and he saw the demon sword that had been broken into two pieces on the corner of the table. At that moment, the enlarged pupils suddenly shrank, and the remaining blood on the thin lips also regressed cleanly.
I understand that the demon sword was broken and there was no medium in this world that she could carry. At this time, she was more like a lonely ghost who was drifting with the wind, and was easily slaughtered by others.
So, is this Junxian’s purpose?
Hong Zhao closed his eyes angrily, gritting his teeth unwillingly.
Be sure to prevent everything, but you can’t defend it in the end!
"Yo! Are you worried that you ended up like this terrible end?"
The sudden amazement in his ear instantly pulled back Hong Zhao's thoughts. He turned his eyes to look at the woman who appeared out of thin air and looked sarcastic, and simply ignored her eyes and ignored her.
Chiji didn't expect that this woman would be so arrogant in front of her, which made her angry. But she quickly regained her rationality and smiled without being as knowledgeable as her.
"Hongzhao, Poppy Ji, you don't have a body and your soul is locked up, right?"
"What do you want to say?"
Hongzhao did not open her eyes, but smiled and curled her lips indifferently.
"Do you want to gloat me?"
"oh?"
Akagi raised his interesting willow eyebrows, pressed against his elbow, and curled his hair and beard without losing his style.
"Shouldn't I laugh at you for being overestimated?"
"But now I am not as you think. Do you think yours is still gloating? Instead of causing humiliation?"
Sorry, the update was several days late, I will add one today