Luo Jia smiled, as if he stretched out his legs and was about to stand up. The next moment, he could rush out immediately, hold her hard in his arms, pity her love, and never let her suffer any more
.
Unfortunately, the people outside couldn't hear a word about their conversation.
There was only a flat sound, and in the dark, beating in despair.
Finally, Fang Fei was tired, and her hands slowly hang down from the stone tablet and collapsed on the ground. The moon was so round and big, but without werewolf, the dead would not turn into human form—a lie,
They are all lie, the psychic Taoist priest, Luo Jia, and they are all liars, and they have never even felt the soul of Luo Jia.
In the dark, his eyes were like wild wolves, emitting a faint light. His people were like wolves, walking from the snow and ice, without companions, without family, and without lovers. The lonely ones were even more desperate than her—
It was a kind of madness in the end, just like the survival and throne in youth, and now to emotions and tenderness. I always struggled throughout my life, and I was chasing so hard that I was originally destined to belong to me, but I was plundered and coveted.
No, I am not a plunderer - I have been plundered all the time! Just like I was made the crown prince, but my brothers have to covet it; just like my first love, my father has to covet it!
Even defending yourself is wrong?
"Scammers...you liars..."
Her hand was caught, so hard that she had no time to resist, and was already hugged.
The scorching breath, she trembled all over, and her voice was so hoarse: "Get out...get out..."
"Fangfei... it's all my fault... it's my fault... don't do this!"
"Get out..."
He imprisoned her body hard. Under the moonlight, his eyes were like a lonely wolf who had been walking in the extremely cold snow for a long time. Fangfei met his green and faint gaze and panicked. Suddenly she remembered her
Brown horse rooster. For some reason, she thought that if Luo Jia was a brown horse rooster, Emperor Hongwen would be a wild wolf. In Emperor Hongwen, the spirit of the wild wolf in the Xianbei people was even deeper and more harsh than Luo Jia.