It is as clear as a mountain spring, bright and clear, and sounds like the sound of a clear flute. When you hear it, it feels like a clear spring flying down in midsummer, refreshing your soul.
What a great voice, Ziyu secretly praised it.
The voice flew down, and a man dressed in white slowly walked out of the depths of the woods. His white clothes were better than snow, and his temperament was like an immortal. His appearance was so beautiful that no one in the world could surpass him. No words could be used to praise him even one tenth of it.
At that time, the man came against the sun, dressed in white and golden light, as if he were an immortal who stepped on the light, gracefully emerging from the world.
Even though he is a man, he can be regarded as these four words.
Ziyu was stunned when he saw the man in white coming against the light.
This appearance...
This face...
this……
Ziyu looked at the man in white who was slowly approaching. Suddenly, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning, and her hair froze as if it had exploded. The expression on her face was as if what she was seeing at this moment was not a beautiful country.
A stunningly beautiful man, but a midnight ghost.
God, what did she see?
Are you mistaken? How can there be such similar people in this world?
Ziyu stared at the man in white with a stiff face, his eyes trembling with veins.
This face...this face...
She knew the eyebrows, the tips of the eyes, the nose, and the lips. She could recognize them without any problems, whether they were put together or separated.
This face is a face she is familiar with. She has known this face for twenty years. For twenty years, she is so familiar with it that she even knows the number of eyelashes on it.
How could there be someone here who looked so similar to that person? How could even the shallow half-moon scar on his forehead look exactly the same?
That scar was scratched on that perfect face to save her, but now this person... no, no, people are similar, but why are the scars exactly the same? This... this...
Ziyu looked at the slight scar on the forehead of the man in white and was suddenly stunned.
The man in white looked at the frozen Zi Yu, his charming fox eyes gently raised his eyebrows, his fingertips slightly brushed the black hair flying in the wind, and smiled softly: "Have you seen enough? My fish
Son."
My fish, my fish...
The sudden sound broke Ziyu's daze. For a moment, Ziyu stared at the man in white as if he had seen a ghost, his face almost distorted.
Although the voice is different, the tone...
This tone, this seductive tone, only one person would say this to her, this...
"How is this possible?" Staring at the man in white, Ziyu shook his head subconsciously and muttered in denial.
Seeing this, the man in white chuckled: "Yu'er, you're fine, you're still as cute as before."
Stay safe, stay safe...
Xiaobing, who was entangled in the air, turned his head to look at its original owner in surprise, and then at Ziyu, with doubts in his little eyes.
Bie Lai is fine? Its original owner has never met Ziyu, so why would he say that Bie Lai is fine? How strange.
When Xiao Bing's wife saw this, she twisted her body and bumped into Xiao Bing. When kissing, she should pay attention and worry about other people.
Xiaobing was knocked back and continued to kiss, while Ziyu's eyes widened as bright as bells after hearing the words of the man in white.
Or is it still as cute and lovely as before?
Your mother is so cute.
Ziyu couldn't help but jump up on the spot, looking at the man in white with horrified eyes, a chilling feeling quickly spread to her back. It was as clear as a mountain spring, bright and clear, and it sounded like the sound of a pure and clear flute.
Just listening to it makes people feel as if a clear spring is flying down in midsummer, refreshing the soul.
What a great voice, Ziyu secretly praised it.
The voice flew down, and a man dressed in white slowly walked out of the depths of the woods. His white clothes were better than snow, and his temperament was like an immortal. His appearance was so beautiful that no one in the world could surpass him. No words could be used to praise him even one tenth of it.
At that time, the man came against the sun, dressed in white and golden light, as if he were an immortal who stepped on the light, gracefully emerging from the world.
Even though he is a man, he can be regarded as these four words.
Ziyu was stunned when he saw the man in white coming against the light.
This appearance...
This face...
this……
Ziyu looked at the man in white who was slowly approaching. Suddenly, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning, and her hair froze as if it had exploded. The expression on her face was as if what she was seeing at this moment was not a beautiful country.
A stunningly beautiful man, but a midnight ghost.
God, what did she see?
Are you mistaken? How can there be such similar people in this world?
Ziyu stared at the man in white with a stiff face, his eyes trembling with veins.
This face...this face...
She knew the eyebrows, the tips of the eyes, the nose, and the lips. She could recognize them without any problems, whether they were put together or separated.
This face is a face she is familiar with. She has known this face for twenty years. For twenty years, she is so familiar with it that she even knows the number of eyelashes on it.
How could there be someone here who looked so similar to that person? How could even the shallow half-moon scar on his forehead look exactly the same?
That scar was scratched on that perfect face to save her, but now this person... no, no, people are similar, but why are the scars exactly the same? This... this...
Ziyu looked at the slight scar on the forehead of the man in white and was suddenly stunned.
The man in white looked at the frozen Zi Yu, his charming fox eyes gently raised his eyebrows, his fingertips slightly brushed the black hair flying in the wind, and smiled softly: "Have you seen enough? My fish
Son."
My fish, my fish...
The sudden sound broke Ziyu's daze. For a moment, Ziyu stared at the man in white as if he had seen a ghost, his face almost distorted.
Although the voice is different, the tone...
This tone, this seductive tone, only one person would say this to her, this...
"How is this possible?" Staring at the man in white, Ziyu shook his head subconsciously and muttered in denial.
Seeing this, the man in white chuckled: "Yu'er, you're fine, you're still as cute as before."
Stay safe, stay safe...
Xiaobing, who was entangled in the air, turned his head to look at its original owner in surprise, and then at Ziyu, with doubts in his little eyes.
Bie Lai is fine? Its original owner has never met Ziyu, so why would he say that Bie Lai is fine? How strange.
When Xiao Bing's wife saw this, she twisted her body and bumped into Xiao Bing. When kissing, she should pay attention and worry about other people.
Xiaobing was knocked back and continued to kiss, while Ziyu's eyes widened as bright as bells after hearing the words of the man in white.
Or is it still as cute and lovely as before?
Your mother is so cute.
Ziyu couldn't help but jump up on the spot, looking at the man in white with horrified eyes, a chilling feeling spread quickly down her back.