As the moon passes through the sky, the bright light gradually weakens. The momentary brilliance cannot represent eternity.
Xiahou Huan'er folded her hands across her chest, stretched out her hand to stroke her chin, and stared straight at the silent man who faced her with his back.
He just held her and ran for most of the night, and when he came to the lake, he just stood there, saying nothing, ignoring her, and seemed to be deeply worried?!
If we continue like this, it will be almost dawn.
She walked behind him, put her arms around his waist from behind, and pressed her face against his back.
His body stiffened.
His big palm looked for her small hand and held it firmly.
His palms were cold, without any warmth at all.
She sighed softly: "What are you afraid of?" Since meeting the girl named Future, he has become very abnormal.
"I'm not afraid." He immediately retorted fiercely.
Xiahou Huan'er's lips couldn't help but twitch. Well, the Corpse King is not afraid of heaven or earth.
She asked politely: "Okay, I said the wrong thing, what are you worried about?"
Dongfang Xing clenched her little hand, his face was cold, as if he was suppressing something.
After a moment of silence, he said: "I heard that piece of music a long, long time ago."
"Didn't the future say that that tune has been passed down for five hundred years? Is it strange that you've heard it before?"
"That song reminds me of someone, but I can't remember who it is."
Hey, alone?
Xiahou Huan'er's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he began to think about who the person he was reminded of was?
Could it be his old flame?
Thinking of this possibility, she suddenly felt very uncomfortable, and she couldn't help but tighten her arms around him.
Dongfang Xing felt the change in her, frowned, pulled her in front of him, and said sincerely: "In my memory, I only have one wife."
"Huh?" Xiahou Huan'er looked up at him and blinked.
His eyes seemed to be captivating, looking into her heart, and whispered as she wished: "Her name is Xiahou Huan'er."
Xiahou Huan'er's vanity was immediately satisfied, but she was pretentious: "What if you really had another woman before?"
"I'm pretty sure I'm not." Dongfang Xing stared at her coldly, "Are you sure you want to be jealous of that person who was nothing at all five hundred years ago?"
"Hehe, just kidding." According to what she knew about him five hundred years ago, he had never been publicly involved with any woman. His identity was so special that if he really had one, he would definitely be dug out by the paparazzi.
Make it public.
Mr. Xing snorted coldly and said coolly: "It's not funny at all."
"Okay, it's not funny at all, just think I'm talking nonsense." Xiahou Huan'er said bluntly.
He looked at her coldly: "You keep talking nonsense."
Xiahou Huan'er suddenly withered: "Why don't you trample on people so much?"
He immediately stretched out his palm and pinched her face, scorning: "You are so thick-skinned, are you afraid that others will step on you?"
"Hehe..." Xiahou Huan'er laughed dryly, "You know me better and better."
His palms slid to her waist, pulled her into his arms, held her, and then unconsciously let out an almost inaudible sigh.
Xiahou Huan'er reached out and poked his chest: "Still thinking about the music?"
Dongfang Xing did not deny it and nodded lightly.
"The soldiers are coming to cover up the water and the soil. It's useless to think so much. Our most important thing at the moment is to solve the virus."
