The man seemed to perceive her substantial gaze, shifting his gaze from the void to her face,

Dark eyes stared at her face without any emotion, and she came alone, as if to please him, and the tails of her eyes curled a little.

Han Yao looked at him, his eyes were not shocked,

But when she saw that person's face, a monstrous wave surged in her heart, and the person in Luo Xianqing's only surviving album was in front of her eyes at this moment!

The traces of time lingered on his face, but he was very kind to preserve his eyebrows that had not changed much.

I don't know his name, but the most characteristic thing on his body is the mandala flower on his arm.

The sun kept moving overhead, and the small flat ground under her feet, with the scorching sun, seemed to want to burn the soles of her feet through the soles of her shoes.

The two looked at each other, and apart from their calm eyes, they couldn't see any other confrontation.

However, Han Yao's doubts were even more, and he always felt that there was a sense of déjà vu in this person, but he couldn't find his memory for a while.

At the top of Phoenix Mountain, for a moment, except for the sound of the sun scorching and cracking the soil, even the call of birds could not be heard.

Looking at each other for a minute or so, Han Yao licked his slightly dry lips,

The man spoke, "The man you see is here, do you want to see the living or the dead?"

The curvature of the man's eyes vanished, replaced by a feverish bloodlust, and his dark eyes shone with a treacherous light.

Han Yao's eyebrows moved slightly, but the expression on his face was not obvious, "You already thought about what you wanted me to see before you asked me to come over, my choice should be useless to you." ”

The man seemed amused by her words, raised an eyebrow, stretched out his index finger, and tapped his temple,

Lazily moved his body and got down from the stone,

"You're right, little girl. ”

As if looking at the scenery in the distance, the man, circling the stone, pulled something out from behind the stone,

The small black suitcase, which seems to have a little liquid falling from the gap,

The scorching sun, the moment the liquid hits the ground, it bakes up the water and dries up on the ground, leaving a little bit of color.

Han Yao squinted, his eyes swept over the box, and landed on the high heels exposed behind the stones, black beaded high-heeled sandals, at first glance, she was a woman,

Who else, in his hand, alive or dead?

As if sensing Han Yao's gaze, the man turned his head and looked,

Hehe laughed,

Han Yao clearly saw that the foot trembled a little, scared? Or is it something else?

The man patted the box, "It's what you want, but—"

He dragged out his voice, pushed the box in Han Yao's direction, and bent down to pull the people behind,

The woman was pulled in his hand, hanging like rags, and she didn't struggle, but looked at her with a pair of slightly blank glasses,

"She's the one I want you to meet, the woman who once gave me a dead heart, and the woman who cruelly abandoned you. ”

Han Yao looked at Li Mingli, who was choked, and thought about Zhao Shuran's blank belief yesterday, a little sad.

Open the lips, the voice does not carry any emotion, but it is cool but can make people penetrate the bones,

"You're going to threaten me with her?"

She opened her mouth to speak, looking at Li Mingli's eyes with a thick mockery. () The special warfare fresh wife of the military junior is updated the fastest. I want to talk about "The Special Warfare Fresh Wife of the Military Youth" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find a confidant~