[69 Book Bar - www.] Looking at Mo Yao Mingjia-Zui Mo’s eyes, the money was a little shaky.
"No, I will go back by myself later. If my family knows that I sneaked out alone, I will inevitably be grounded for a while when I go back."
Mo Yao Ming La - Zui Mo responded softly: "I was not careful in my work, and I almost made it difficult for Yan Ran to have a good relationship with her."
Qian Qian is a little embarrassed, after all, this person is so sincere to himself, but he still deceives others like this.
Demon Key Mingya-Zui Mo took out a cast iron token inlaid with gold from his arms and handed it to Qian Qian.
"I live in the palace. If you want to play with me, you can go in with this."
Qian Qian's eyes widened slightly when he heard Mo Yao Ming's words - Zui Mo. He also said that he had nothing to do with the royal family and would live in the palace now.
"Don't look like that, I'm not from the royal family, I just happen to live in the palace." Mo Yao Mingjia-Zui Mo raised the corner of his mouth lightly, looking at Qian Qian's face, the explanation seemed far-fetched.
Mo Yao Ming La - Zui Mo smiled softly, stretched out his slender fingers and rubbed Qian Qian's hair.
"Meeting each other is fate. We got connected because of the painting, and we are even more destined because the woman in the painting met like this. Yanran, you see, we are so destined, will I still lie to you?"
"But..." Mo Yao Mingjia - Zui Mo flicked Qian Qian's forehead, "Don't trust others in the future, there are still many bad people. Especially towards beauties, their minds will be even worse."
Feeling money, the corners of my mouth twitched fiercely.
What is the logic of this? What does it mean to be destined, and what does it mean to have many bad people? This person can be regarded as a stranger to me, okay?
If it wasn't for the fact that he had a face similar to that of Winky, she wouldn't have been kind enough to talk to this man so much.
It's just that there is a very familiar feeling towards him.
That feeling seems to make your heart want to get closer.
"I will be returning to the Holy Seal Dynasty in a few days. This may not be of use to me."
Qian Qian touched the token and handed it to the Demon Key Mingya-Zui Mo.
"If you are destined to go to the Holy Seal Dynasty, just take this and find me." Qianqian took out the token from his body and handed it to the Demon Key Mingya-Zuimo, and smiled lightly with a nice arc.
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She didn't give much of this token. A token was a promise she made to thank others.
She has rarely been so happy, and she feels very warm.
Therefore, this time's warmth is worth exchanging for a promise.
Qian Qian stood up and said, "It's getting dark outside, I'm going back. Goodbye!"
Mo Yao Ming Lao Zui Mo slightly twitched the corner of his mouth and responded.
"Um."
Qian Qian bent over to the magic key Mingjiu Zuimo, turned around and left.
Demon Key Mingre - Zui Mo reached out and picked up the token, and twitched the corner of his mouth coldly. The token suddenly disappeared into ashes in his hand.
He watched the figure downstairs quickly run towards the group of black-clothed and masked men, seemingly still explaining something to them.
Looking at the departing figure, Mo Yao Ming La - Zui Mo turned around and picked up the scroll on the table.
Slowly opening it, I saw a pair of beautiful people on the painting, with bloodthirsty murderous intent flashing in their indifferent eyes.
The picture scroll suddenly burned itself into memory, and the flames jumped in the cold eyes.
The scroll burned and fell to the ground.
Behind Demon Key Mingya-Zui Mo stood two masked men in white clothes, trying to hide their aura.
"You two go back first, I have something to deal with."
"Yes, Master."
"Yes, Master."
Two masked men in white clothes turned around and disappeared immediately, very quickly.
The flames on the scroll slowly dimmed and finally disappeared.
Mo Yao Mingjia-Zui Mo's eyes were filled with a bloodthirsty smile, and his face began to fall off, and his shiny golden appearance began to fade away, revealing a different face.
Demons govern evil spirits, with the chill of a bloodthirsty Shura.
Just one glance can make one's heart feel frozen.
Yanran, do you think you are really Yanran?
When Qian Qian returned, Di Ge had not returned yet.
Qianqian took a walk outside and felt a little tired.
After squeezing his sore shoulder, Qianqian asked the masked man in black to give him some bath water and took a bath.
In the underground palace of the desert, the water has a silvery feel.
The night pearl illuminates the dark corners, with a faint halo of darkness.
"Did anything unusual happen while you were out today?" Di Ge asked quietly.
"Master, Miss behaved a little strangely by herself today. Otherwise, nothing unusual happened."
"Yeah?"
The masked man in black who answered Di Ge's words had blood spilling from the corner of his mouth and lying on the ground in pain.
"Check it carefully before answering. I won't do it again."
"Yes, Master." The masked man in black on the ground got up in pain and retreated.
Di Ge looked at the painting hanging in front of him, and his eyes darkened slightly.
Only the eyes of the woman in the painting are visible, and the veil covers everything.
Dressed in fluttering white clothes, there are countless colorful butterflies flying around her.
Di Ge stretched out his hand and gently touched the face of the woman in the painting.
"Tell me, is it him?"
He closed his eyes in pain, and the hand touching the woman's cheek bent slightly, and finally he held it tightly.
He still showed up, and did he still confirm that sentence?
Is it still impossible to escape all this?
Slowly opening his eyes, the purple eyes slowly turned into bloody red, and then slowly turned into purple again.
The hand slowly retracted, and the scroll was rolled up, leaving only the afterimage of the perfect arc drawn by the last robe.
Qianqian had just come out of the bath when Di Ge's figure stood in her courtyard.
Seeing Di Ge, Qian Qian walked forward quickly.
"Did you go for a run today?" Qianqian asked the person in front of him, but the figure in the painting flashed in his mind.
She really wants to know, who is that Yanran? What is the relationship between the man wearing the same mask and the man in front of her?
He appears only for himself.
She had to think about these possibilities in one place. She could clearly feel that the person in the painting was not Di Ge, but she had an indescribable feeling.
She felt that even if he wasn't Di Ge, he should still be someone she knew.
But, who could that person be?
Di Ge smiled slightly with doting eyes, stretched out his slender fingers and rubbed Qianqian's three thousand silk hair with water droplets.