When Ye Kui returned home, she hid in a rocking chair.
She took her cell phone and logged into the game.
She glanced at the surroundings subconsciously. When she didn't notice the person this morning, she immediately curled the corners of her mouth and smiled softly.
However, the good times didn't last long. She had just killed several enemies and collected one or two treasures.
The man who was killed in heaven appeared again.
Sure enough, the lingering nature is fully displayed.
The man could have called her chasing her and guarding the body.
Even if her health is used up, the man is still standing by, waiting for her to recover her health.
Ye Kui frowned slightly, her eyes drooping.
Xiu's long curly eyelashes half covered the emotions in her eyes.
She sat in a rocking chair with her legs crossed.
He holds his small chin with one hand and holds his cell phone with the other.
Killing vicious girls?
Is this person just to block her when he enters the game?
A problem!
Ye Kui curled her lips secretly in her heart, stood up slowly, and walked to the bed and lay down.
I don't know how long it took.
It was completely dark.
A black Lamborghini slowly drove into the villa.
The black car body shuttled through the snow, rolling over a layer of fine white snow.
Dugu Xiang sat on the seat, holding the steering wheel with his slender fingertips and tightened it.
He pulled down the car window, and his deep and narrow ice eyes looked over the car window.
The snow-covered yard was vaguely exposed the mark left by the car running over the path. The tall branches stood in the yard, and the withered branches and leaves scattered on the ground covered the originally white ground.
Two snowmen, nearly half a person tall, stood quietly in the yard, with the fiery red scarf tied around their necks, and their cold bodies snuggled together tightly.
The cold wind blows the fallen leaves on the ground.
It blows down on their snuggling bodies.
Pushing open the car door, Dugu Xiang took a step forward and walked slowly towards the snowman.
A slender and steep figure fell on the ground covered with dim leaves, facing the light, a handsome face as evil as a demon was hidden in the darkness, unable to see the emotions in his eyes, the quietly standing
The figure inadvertently exudes a cold and arrogant aura, spreading in the quiet dark night, outlining a kind of silent loneliness.
Dugu Xiang stood in front of the snowman, for a long time, without moving his body.
He bent down, his slender fingertips fell on the snowman, brushing the fallen leaves away.
But his fingertips suddenly stopped.
Through the faint lights scattered in the yard, his eyes fell on the snowman.
Under the dazzling red scarf, a line of fonts is vaguely reflected.
The traces of fingertips, the originally clear fonts, have gradually disappeared in the cold wind.
The vague handwriting can be vaguely identified with the word "Mr.
gentlemen?
Dugu Xiang took a step forward.
The fingertips fell down.
Gently outlined.
Suddenly.
The narrow and deep black eyes sank.
A cold chill poured out.
Dugu Xiang slowly stood up, and his hand that fell on the snowman slowly bent and tightened.
Mr. Snow?
He stood up, and the faint light in the yard reflected on him, pulling his steep figure very long, landing in the quiet and cold yard, but it couldn't help but appear as if it could instantly quench ice slags.