In ten years, he has not been able to find Miaomiao, but the liar has already met two...
These are all damn women.
Xiang Yutian suddenly stood up with a frown on his face, rolled up the quilt on the bed and threw it to the ground in a fit of rage, the tightness in his chest getting thicker and thicker...
The faint fragrance followed, disturbing his head and almost exploding.
Why? He is so upset about a woman's death! So upset that even he can't control himself!
Shit!
Cursing, Xiang Yutian raised his long legs and walked out, shouting loudly, "Seal this bedroom for me!"
He would never allow his mind to be disturbed by a liar.
Lifting his steps into the empty small room, looking at the drawings on the walls around him, Xiang Yutian's anxious heart slowly calmed down...
Of course it should be.
There was only one person in the world who could calm him down.
If a woman like Jiang Yiyi dies, he won't remember her for more than three days.
Xiang Yutian walked to the largest picture frame and stopped, raised his hand and slowly scraped the glass, touching the little girl's hair, which was neither long nor short, through the glass...
His forehead slowly leaned over, and his fingertips touched the bell on the little girl's waist.
The crisp sound that sounded in the early morning fog seemed to ring in my ears again, so clean that it was amazing...
"Miao Miao."
Xiang Yutian whispered, and two words rolled out from his thin lips.
Looking down, Xiang Yutian's fingertips brushed against the complicated patterns on the bell, each one winding and carving incomprehensible lines.
Lone Eagle said, "It seems to be talking about bells. Is there a small meow? Or something small?"
Xiaozhuan? Xiaozhuan?
Xiang Yutian's eyes stagnated and he looked intently at the string of bells. The patterns on the bells were very complicated. When he was young, he could only draw them by following the drawings and only painted half of them...
Is there a word hidden in the middle of this pattern?
"Someone! Get me a dictionary!"
Xiang Yutian roared loudly, his chest beating violently, stronger than ever before.
He stood there, staring at the string of purple rope bells on the painting, his eyes glowing with a deep luster, which was particularly demonic and feminine.
No one responded to him, and Xiang Yutian frowned, "Where have all the people died?"
A bunch of useless minions!
Xiang Yutian's eyes suddenly darkened, and he eagerly took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket to check, and quickly moved his thumb across the touch screen.
Opening the "Xiaozhuan Conversion and Generation Tool" system, Xiang Yutian quickly input the word "Miao", and the system quickly generated a Xiaozhuan character "Miao".
Before and after, no more than ten seconds.
The character "Miao" in the small seal script of calligraphy reveals a unique beauty.
Xiang Yutian looked at the bell. There was no complete word on the bell, but he could see that the right half of the word "Miao" was hidden in the complex lines...
It's really a word.
Xiang Yutian's eyes widened in shock, his face turned pale, his breathing stopped for an instant, and his heart felt like he had been stabbed hard, and he began to feel crazy pain.
Jiang Weiyi is not talking nonsense, she is saying that her name is embedded in the pattern of the bell...
"boom!"
Xiang Yutian slammed his cell phone on the ground and ran out quickly. The blood on his lips gradually disappeared from his evil face.
Miaomiao...
Don't die.
Wait for him, be sure to wait for him!
Xiang Yutian ran out frantically, bumped into the maid, and had wine poured all over him. The maid was so frightened that she begged for mercy, "Master Xiang, I didn't mean it. I'm sorry, Master Xiang, I'm sorry..."