Chapter 118 Different Endings

He looked at the foggy flower tea in front of him, and then at Xing Taijin, who was drinking tea indifferently. Qi Liang opened his mouth, but he never said anything.

Putting down the teacup in his hand, he hasn't enjoyed such a quiet and leisurely afternoon for a long time. Dan Taijin seemed to let out a soft sigh of satisfaction, and then said lightly, "How is Joker in good health?"

"Ah, uh-huh." Unexpectedly, the other party would look at his mouth first, so Qi Liang nodded in a frenze.

"Both?"

"Oh?" A surprise flashed in his black eyes. This person has known about the two Jokers for a long time?!

"They...they are fine."

"Real?" A faint smile appeared on Dan Taijin's face, and his face was unparalleled. Qi Liang's heart inexplicably jumped a few times.

However, the next second he realized his reaction. Crazy! What is he doing! The other party is a real man!!

As if he saw Qi Liang's thoughts, Dan Taijin restrained his smiling purple eyes, but there was no color, but there was still a gentle wave light. You help me bring a message to your second head, just say that I have achieved what he wants, and I will do the rest according to my own will, hoping that he can not interfere. It's time for the communication bird to take it back.

"All right?" There was a smile in Taohua's eyes again. Qi Liang answered in a low voice. He clenched his fists and didn't know where to put them.

"Oh, there are really interesting people around Youxi."

"Ah?"

"Nothing, don't worry about it."

"Cake, I hope you like it."

So Qi Liang really just came for afternoon tea, and then was directly invited out of Rome by Tian Taijin by private plane.

"Are you looking for me?" After sending off the guests, Taijin opened the door of Adam's office and slowly walked in.

"I didn't call you." He bowed his head and continued to sort out the copywriting on the table. The man at the table did not look up and pay attention to the people.

"But you want to ask me if you have any questions, don't you?" Da Taijin didn't care. He went straight up to Adam and stood and said, "Ask me."

The action in the man's hand stopped when he heard the last two words of Taijin, looked up at him, and smiled, "What's wrong today?" With that, he stood up, reached out and held a wisp of silver hair as beautiful as moonlight on his chest and kissed him affectionately, and his eyes darken.

Tan Taijin ignored the ambiguous action in the man in front of him and asked indifferently, "Don't you want to know?"

He glanced at him and laughed in a low voice. "Think about it," paused, and he added inexplicably, "As long as it's about you, I want to know." The voice is sensational.

He vaguely felt that Taijin's breathing was disordered for a moment, and the smile in his eyes was a little deeper. He stood up and bullied himself to his ear, "Say it, I'll listen."

His voice echoed faintly in his ear, and his breath was still warm. He swept itchyly, outlining a kind of obscure intimacy. Familiar and unfamiliar.

Tang Taijin was stunned, and then he saw the smile in his eyes. The smile was full of narrowness and evil. His purple eyes suddenly widened a little. He knew that he had an impact on himself.

This cognition made the corners of Taijin's lips evoke a bitter smile.

The reincarnation of fate, he kept the promise of those years and consumed his life waiting for his return in the long time of continuous circulation. He came back, but he still used him.

Why, he always has a way to make him willing to be used.

This may be his career.

Adam pulled his body away from his side, but his face seemed to have been slapped twice behind the watery purple eyes of Shangtai Jin. Why, he suddenly showed such an expression.

Another messy picture began to flash in my mind, as fast as the sunlight swept through the cracks in the body of the moving train, so fast that the brain fell into a state of stagnation in an instant.

It's snow again.

The winter elves dancing wildly all over the sky, falling from a height of thousands of meters, scratching his face like a sharp blade wrapped around his body.

There was a dazzling scarlet on the snow, and the man in armor fell to the ground, all of which were strange faces. Looking away, there seemed to be a man in white, who also fell on the snow. Under his body was a shocking red, against the man's silver hair as if the flowing mercury was cold luster.

The heart beats loudly, and he knows who it is. The legs are stuck in place. Is it because the snow is too frozen? Why can't they move?

Daw! Why can't you move!

"Ha-" A clever man suddenly recovered. The man's pupil contracted violently, reached out and locked the shoulder of the person in front of him, and shouted, "What was that just now! What did you let me see?!!"

He exerted a lot of strength, as if he wanted to crush the thin and slender shoulder blades of the teenager in front of him, and his eyes burst into unprecedented anger.

This guy must have done something to him! It must be!

As if he was unaware of the pain on his shoulder, Dantai Jin's purple eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his lips seemed to have a faint smile and asked softly, "What do you see?"

"How dare you pretend to be garlic?" The strength in his hand increased a little more. Adam bullied him, and his always warm eyes became sharp. He gritted his teeth in one sentence, "You'd better make it clear to me."

Please glance at the hand on your shoulder, and Taijin said slowly, "That's the memory of your previous life."

"Memories of the previous life?" Adam sneered disdainfully, "Who do you think I am to let you play with?"

"I answered you," there was a silence in the purple eyes. "As for whether you believe it or not, it's up to you."

"If I believe it, what are you now? Monster?" Disdainful contempt appeared in the man's eyes, sneer.

He lowered his eyes, and his cherry lips curved. He muttered, "Yes, I'm a monster."

"Are you afraid?" His eyes seemed to be complaints and grievances, especially the serious eyes that could not be ignored shocked Adam deeply.

The fist gradually tightened. The next second, the man pushed Taijin away as if he had been scalded, "Are you kidding!"

His fingers pointed directly to the teenager's lonely face, and the corners of his lips lifted it sarcastically: "I don't mind that you who like men stay by my side, but it's really disgusting to pay attention by pretending to be a ghost like this!"

It's disgusting.

It turns out that this is the sentence he has always really wanted to say.

Those beneed warmth, those lingering times, his smile on him, and the palms of his cold forehead that warm his heart for more than 600 years of lonely and cold time. It turns out that it's not true.

It's not true.

There was a cold ** scratching the cheek, falling on the floor, and breaking into crystal in an instant.

Qian Taijin raised his hand, brushed the corners of his eyes slightly, and looked at his fingertips in disbelief, which turned out to be tears.

Oh, he thought he was shedding tears.

Adam looked at the person in front of him and suddenly burst into tears. He didn't know why his out-of-control mood instantly became calm, but there was another kind of inexplicable irritability in his heart. Wrinkle your eyebrows, it's uncomfortable.

Tian Taijin looked up at him, and the corners of his lips lifted gently. Then he turned around and wanted to leave.

"Wait a minute!" His sad smile made him subconsciously decide that he could not let him leave like this. He looked down at his arm, looked at him, and then moved away.

Adam only felt that his fingers froze in an instant as if they were controlled by some force. When he came to his senses, the person in his hand had broken away and left the room.

The scene of him and the handsome man drinking tea in the flower hall again appeared in front of him, and his face was always smiling. My heart began to block again.

"Daw." He whispered, closed his eyes, and Adam reached out to cover his forehead. What's wrong with him today?

The thick curtains were closed, the light was not turned on in the room, and the purple eyes flashed in the dark.

"Xiao Jin, do you recognize the reality?" Suddenly, a clear girl sounded from the dark, and a surprise flashed on Tian Taijin's face. Her eyes swept through the closed doors and windows, and then said, "Mouyang?"

"Ah! Just remember the voice of the slave family!" There seems to be a smell of anger in the delicate voice.

Tan Taijin smiled softly, and his tone slowed down with a little helplessness, "I thought you didn't want to see me."

"Your cognition is very right." The female voice replied mercilessly.

"Xiao Bai said that it would be my time to see you again." There was a suppressed trembling in the calm voice.

The answer to Taijin was a burst of silence. He gently closed his eyes and exhaled.

"Enough."

An extremely low voice, as low as a sigh.

"Are you willing to give the soul to the slave family?" There are unclear ups and downs in the girl's voice.

Tian Taijin squeezed his lips and didn't say anything.

"Oh, okay. It doesn't matter to the slave family. Anyway, your undead slave family has nothing to do with it~haha~" Seeing that Taijin ignored him, Mo Yang said to himself, and his tone was very relaxed and disapproved.

But the word "death" poked straight into Taijin's heart, making his breathing painful.

Death.

He is not afraid of death, because he knows that "eternal" is a more cruel punishment. But that person is different, he...

The slender fingers gradually tightened into a fist. In the dark, the peach blossom eyes flashed with a dark purple light, "Moyang, give me a little more time."

"Oh? Don't want to die?" There was a slight mockery in the girl's voice, but she could be heard that she was in a good mood.

Xing Taijin gave a soft hum.

He wants to fulfill his wish.

Or, stop his ambition.

After 600 years, at least this time, he doesn't want to be as good as the end of that year.

"Ah, well, it's boring for you to leave the slave house. I'll give you another three months, only three months!" The lovely tone seemed to drag the ending helplessly. Tan Taijin knew that she had left.

"Mouyang, thank you." The sound of clear water echoed gently in the room. Han Taijin stretched out his hand and tightened it, as if he was holding something.

This time, he wants to have a different ending.