After trudging back into the dark cave in embarrassment, Qiu Yunfeng was about to get angry at the ghost lady who had already returned to the cave, but suddenly found that there was an aura in the cave that did not belong to them.
"Ghost lady." Qiu Yunfeng frowned and walked inside. I don't know when there was an antique dressing table in the cave. A white figure was sitting in front of the dressing table, dressing up her clothes carefully.
She put on her makeup as if she didn't notice Qiu Yunfeng coming in and was not affected by him at all.
"Who are you?" Hey, a very familiar figure. Qiu Yunfeng walked over slowly, looked at that familiar figure, walked around her and looked at the bronze mirror of the dressing table. When his eyes came into contact
He was immediately shocked by the appearance inside the bronze mirror, and then in surprise, he stepped forward and hugged her from behind, shouting excitedly, "Xue Yan, are you Xue Yan?"
"Let go." The woman in white who was applying rouge frowned in displeasure and reprimanded in a cold tone.
"No, you are not Xue Yan. Xue Yan has been dead a long time ago. You are not her..." Qiu Yunfeng let go of the hand that held her tightly and murmured in a daze.
"Huh, you're only so good, and you've been fascinated by a woman's past and present lives. I really don't know why I would choose a ghost like you." The woman put Yan Zhihong down and slowly turned around,
Her appearance and dress were exactly the same as Jimo Xueyan in another world. The only difference was her pair of vicious eyes and temperament.
"You are a ghost lady, why? Why do you want to be like her?" Both Xue Yan and An Luoluo were sacred and inviolable in his mind. Qiu Yunfeng waited for her angrily, letting her do this.
The way a lowly ghost stood up to Xue Yan made him want to step forward and tear her face apart.
"Why, I deliberately painted her appearance so that you can look at your beloved every day, aren't you happy? Haha..." The ghost lady suddenly laughed loudly as she spoke, and her beautiful face was forced to laugh.
It must be twisted and ugly.
"Don't laugh, I won't allow you to tarnish her appearance." Qiu Yunfeng suddenly rushed forward as if going crazy, grabbed her neck, and growled ferociously.
"Haha... She is the goddess in your heart, but you can't stand it? Then have you ever thought that she sleeps next to Situ Ran every night, with him pressing her down and loving her, and you just
Can you bear it? Haha..." The ghost lady didn't care at all that he was pinching her neck, and she still laughed wildly, stimulating his desire.
"Ah... you are not allowed to say that, you are not allowed to talk about her like this..." Qiu Yunfeng, who was a little flustered by the stimulation, suddenly felt that the ghost lady and Xue Yan in front of him overlapped. He was stunned, his eyes became a little confused, and he pinched
The palm on her neck slowly let go, and touched her pretty Shengxue's cheek. He looked at her with fascination and murmured in a low voice, "Xue Yan, Xue Yan..."
Xue Yan in front of her suddenly became very gentle. She looked directly at him with her beautiful eyes that had never looked at him affectionately and tenderly, causing him to collapse instantly.
"Xue Yan...Xue Yan..." Xue Yan was by his side. She was finally by his side. Qiu Yunfeng could no longer control himself and stretched out his arms to hug her, kissing her red and attractive lips eagerly.
