Chapter 66 Please enter the urn

One day, Blood Valley

Huxin Pavilion

"How's it going? How's it going?"

"The fruit is the best as the detective."

"Oh?" Chu Yinhao immediately became interested, and the depth in Amber's eyes flashed extremely quickly, "Are there really people who look so similar in the world?"

Xi Shu's wild eyes surged deep, and he said in a low voice, "It's like a person." With that, his eyes gradually deepened.

Chu Yinhao held his cheek and glanced at another man in the pavilion who had not opened his voice from beginning to end. His eyes flashed with some kind of gloating. "Lao Han, does your wife know about this?"

He grinned and smiled evilly. In his opinion, it is more exciting than Shakespeare's appearance to have an extra expression on the face of this man who is more iceberg than an iceberg. For this reason, he was happy to fight with each other, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he hit the point.

Sure enough, the man who was looking at the rail turned his head slightly, and a pair of eyes that did not contain any emotion glanced at him so faintly. Unfortunately, he did not wait for him to distinguish the meaning of it and turned his head coldly and freely, and still maintained the posture he had just looked at.

Ignoring is really the greatest contempt for a person...

"Cut--" endured a cowardly humming that Chu Yinhao didn't care, and then turned to his own guess. "It's so grand that he appeared in everyone's sight, either without knowing it, or -- it's just a ulterior." His tone was slightly delayed, but his eyes were already sharp, but the constant smile at the corners of his mouth was still deep.

"There must be something strange about this matter." Xi Shu stared wildly and alerted in his heart. If he hadn't been sure that his sister was in the valley, it would have been difficult to tell whether it was true or false if he saw such a face. And that man's purpose is by no means simple!

"Brother-in-law, my sister doesn't know about it yet, if--"

"Don't let her know." The man standing with his hands behind his back finally turned around, and a head of frost hair pulled away the casual curvature in the air. He could not see the look under the mask, but the low voice was turbulent, and the power was convincing.

The water stood cold, and the posture was light. No one noticed that the sparse eyes rippled slightly, and the memory suddenly retreated to the morning after her hangover--

Joan, who is still asleep, can only feel in a daze that the bed is soft, the quilt is warm, and her head hurts.

The consequence of a night's hangover was a sudden pain in the nerves on both sides of her head. She squinted and frowned to reach out and tap her head. It seemed that a pair of hands were gently rubbing her acupuncture points.

I didn't open my eyes, so I enjoyed it and was about to continue to chat with Zhou Gong--

"Do you feel better?"

"Ye-huh, it's comfortable." Although she didn't open her eyes, she must have imagined that she was grinning at that time. At this time, she has not noticed the difference of this bed...

Until there was a laughter, someone who was still squinting his eyes only felt that he was hit hard by a huge spray. All the sleepy insects ran away. Suddenly, a thrilling person woke up in an instant, but his whole body was stiff and could not move. That was absolutely frightening.

"Wake up?" Mouhan didn't seem to feel anything wrong. After saying hello with a smile, he still continued the work he was working on. It seemed to be quite - enjoyment?

Rao and Qiong usually met such a sudden and bloody scene today, and she still became a rotten girl. So, she took the phone, just the place where her eyes linger, cough, it's really not suitable for some children...

The thin underwear of cicada wings, the blood-plowing figure can be seen at a glance. The collarbone, the chest muscle... She swallowed a mouthful of water fiercely, and her eyes slowly glanced up, stirring and excited. The sharp chin, no place is as exquisitely carved by God. To the top, there are the two thin lips that seem to be smiling.

Upward, she couldn't help but be shocked, and her heart twitched somewhere, "Why don't you wear a mask?"

Recalling the unchanging face, it is not the reality in the dream that makes her have mixed feelings. He has always been him.

"This mask is for you, and naturally you have to take it off." He explained in a soft voice. The hand that rubbed the acupuncture point had somehow covered the woman's cheek. The shallow smile was permeated with endless memories, which was finally fixed in the real happiness within reach of his hand.

There was no interest in appreciation. Being stared at by such eyes, He Qiong only felt dull and uncomfortable in her heart. She couldn't sort out the complicated feelings in her heart at this time. She just lowered her eyes and said nothing.

She wanted to avoid it, but a silver hair in her eyes stung her eyes. The trembling hand, which tried to restrain, stroked the long frosty hair, and it seemed that the slight coolness of the hair could be felt in the hand.

She told herself that she owed him...

She closed her eyelashes, so that no one could see the fragility and pain in it. "Didn't you promise her to be fine?" How can you be speechless?

Looking at him with green silk, and looking at his eyes turning into Xiao Shu, the kind of indifferent silence made her heart ache.

"If you are well, I will be a sunny day." His hands covered her face and looked at her. "Ajoon, don't you know?"

She opened her eyes, and he smiled more and more gently in the wet haze. She was about to drown in this light.

"Shaohua is easy to die. You are still the same as before, but I am old."

His tone dropped slightly, and his transparent blue eyes flashed a trace of worry very quickly. When he gathered again ten years later, the only thing he cared about was that his changes would narrow the distance between them. What will she think of him or will she dislike him?

Then he immediately stared at her, and the flashing dodge and worry in his eyes made the woman who looked at each other more and more distressed.

He and Qiong's face were relaxed, playing with his silver hair like a treasure, and his expression couldn't hide his excitement. "What's wrong with this? It's cooler and more fashionable than before. It's amazing! Can I also dye this thing on my head red sometime?

Regardless of being in ** at this time, Qiong clasped the man's shoulders tightly for fear that he would not agree, and there was a desire to try in his eyes. Wow, it's red hair. That scene is not cool or coquettish! It's good to think about it!

"You haven't changed at all." The worries in the eyes disappeared due to the woman's words, and there was more and more bright light in her eyes. If you have a wife like this, what does your husband want?

Seeing that the person was about to reach out and cover his head, he immediately jumped up reflexively with Joan, "Don't touch my head!" That kind of rejection, as if she could jump on the next second and bite crazily.

Shui Ji's cold hand froze in the air, and then he laughed as if he thought of something. He almost forgot her taboo.

He and Joan looked at the giggling man inexplicably, scratched his head, and couldn't figure it out. He is sad and laughing for a while. Is his emotional fluctuation so big?

She also found that she was still wearing complete clothes. Last night, nothing happened.

A sigh of relief and a strange loss surged up at the same time, but she felt a chill when she realized that she had this emotion. Is it possible that she still hopes that something will happen?

Shake, Tong Yan Wuji, Tong Yan Wu Ji.

Looking at her tidying up a little and going out, he called her when he arrived at the door.

"Ajoon, you will remember it." His tone is faint, but with a kind of affirmation that can't be put down.

"Then you have to wear that mask until I remember." Either because she has heard too much, or she really has a long-lost sense of familiarity in her heart. For her, her rejection seems to be not as strong as before.

Looking at the woman who had no nostalgia disappear in her eyes, and her words before leaving were still floating in her ears. The man in the room hooked his lips slightly and looked at the silver mask with a deep look...

"Lao Han, what are you going to do?"

Chu Yinhao's loud voice called the man in his mind back to reality, and his eyes turned slightly, which was clear in his chest.

"If it comes, it will be peaceful."

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I can't open my eyes... Please open my eyes... It is expected that these chapters will be over. I'm still thinking, and victory is ahead!!

Is there any way to cure laziness~~

Finally, let me see how many overlords there are o()〈))o