The compelling murderous aura shot out from Bei Mu Kuang's cold-as-a-pillar gaze, which was even colder and icier than the cold sword close to his neck. Qingcheng couldn't help but shudder slightly.
I don’t know why this man’s face changes faster than the April day.
"Pfft." Looking at this murderous man, Qingcheng couldn't help it and laughed out loud: "I'm just lost. The Lord of Beimu Kingdom is too worried."
Sure enough, Bei Mu was startled. He took the sword in his hand away from Qingcheng's neck and sheathed it. He pulled Qingcheng violently into his arms, looked at her with a sideways face, and the evil smile crept up on him again.
The corner of his mouth, his eyes were filled with tears, and he said breathlessly into his ears: "Then I just misidentified the person."
"Beauty, it's late at night, and it's time for me to take a rest." As he said this, Bei Mu laughed wildly and dragged Qingcheng out of the pavilion regardless of how hard Qingcheng was struggling in his hands.
"Let go, you scoundrel." He cursed loudly, kicking his feet and hitting him, but still couldn't get out. In a hurry, he simply opened his mouth and took a hard bite. The smell of blood in his mouth made Qingcheng relax in fear.
Open your mouth.
Bei Mu was stunned, and raised his hand to let go of Qingcheng. He lowered his head and pulled his collar to one side. There were eye-catching bloody tooth marks on his bronze shoulders.
He stared at the bloody tooth marks for a long time and thought for a moment. He pulled open the entire skirt and took it off, revealing a large piece of chest. There was an old wound on the chest, which was uneven and tooth-shaped. He
He gently stroked it with his fingertips. He looked up at Qingcheng, his eyes were unexpectedly confused, as if he had fallen into a hole in his memory.
Looking at the traces that he had left unintentionally, facing such a man with unstable emotions and full of evil thoughts, Qingcheng stepped back gently: It would be better for him to leave as soon as possible!
"Where are you going?"
A low voice sounded behind him, Qingcheng continued walking forward as if he didn't hear it.
"Can you talk to me?"
Qingcheng's body stiffened and he stopped: "If you have anything, tell me!"
"I can't remember who left the mark on my chest. I've forgotten everything that happened before." Bei Mu Kuang behind him seemed to be talking to himself.
"oh!"
"Li Li said that the past memories are painful, and it's okay to forget them. But every time I touch this mark, my heart aches so much. I always feel that I have forgotten something very important, but I can't remember what it is?"
"Oh!" After Qingcheng said oh, he stopped talking behind him.
Silence, a long silence.
Qingcheng suddenly turned around. Bei Mu Kuang, who seemed to be a little decadent in his words just now, shot Qingcheng's eyes like pillars and said mockingly: "Now there are three parts of the world. As a nobleman of Tianchen, Xuanyuan Qi sees ten cities in his eyes."
The beautiful jade will not be exchanged, why are you unhappy?"
Qingcheng smiled, as if he was mocking his ignorance, and then he determined the direction and started walking forward: "Before the dust settles, who will pity the sorrow of being a chess piece?"
"Ha!" He laughed and rushed to Qingcheng's side: "I'll take you back!"