She is very beautiful, as beautiful as an elf who has fallen into the mortal world, and as pure and flawless as the Golden Lotus God.
The black hair rippled gently in the night wind, as charming as soft willows.
He glanced at her, his eyes softened again, and said softly: "Give it to me, and I'll let you go."
Su Mo took a deep breath and stayed away from the woman now. She wanted to know what happened.
She bit her lip gently, "Take off the mask, and I will give you the golden lotus."
The man shook his head, "I'm sorry, my face can only be shown to Lian'er."
Lian'er? Su Mo's eyes turned cold, her slender eyebrows slightly raised, and she slowly took out a painting from her arms. It was the day he disappeared. She drew it every stroke, and it was exactly the same as his.
She unfolded the painting, letting the light of the golden lotus shine on it, and faced him, "Then tell me, is this the case?"
Sure enough, a trace of surprise flashed in the man's eyes.
Su Mo continued: "At the end of last year, my husband had a duel with a man named Wu Hensheng at Duanhun Cliff. Wu Hensheng was despicable and wanted to die with my husband. They fell off the cliff and into the river, and were washed away.
Go to Moyun Country."
She could barely hold back her tears and couldn't help but want to rush into his arms and tell him how much she missed him and how much she regretted not stopping him.
She bit her lip, holding back the tears that were swirling in her eyes, and continued: "Have you ever seen him? Can you tell me where he went? What happened? He said that he would follow him for the rest of his life.
We are together and we will never leave you. After this duel, all your wishes were fulfilled and you took me away from here. We sailed out to sea and traveled across the sea. Has he forgotten it? "
The man's shoulders trembled and his fingertips trembled slightly. There seemed to be something in his mind, but it was covered by a white mist and he couldn't see anything.
Su Mo took a step forward and let him see her more clearly. She held up the ring in her hand to show him, "I met you when I was six years old, and you saved me when I was most frustrated in my life. We have been together since then.
Together, never separated. You gave me many things, and this is what you gave me. If you want it, I will return it to you."
The man didn't express anything, he just stared at her blankly. Her beautiful eyes were like the two eternal stars in the night sky in his dream.
He wondered why he always dreamed of those two stars.
She handed the painting to him, then reached out to touch his cheek, her fingers following the curve of his neck and touching it bit by bit.
He was touched by her without any resistance, and there seemed to be a little desire in his heart. He couldn't understand why this was happening.
He obviously hates being touched by others, even if it's Lian'er, the woman he nominally loves the most, he...
At this time, her slender fingers had already reached into the edge of his mask, and she gently took it off, revealing the handsome face that she had always dreamed of.
Tears rolled down her face, but she reluctantly looked away and murmured: "Why did you lie to me? Why didn't you come back?"
She hugged him with her arms, raised her head and kissed his lips, which were cool and slightly sweet.
His whole body was shaken. At this time, his heart was in sharp pain. There seemed to be ten thousand bugs crawling in his mind. The cold and sweet voice rang in his ears again. She said, "Ajin, you are mine and mine alone."
, don’t let any woman touch you, if they dare to touch something that belongs to me, kill her!”
