Maybe tonight's night is too sultry, or maybe it's a side effect of the soul piercing, Qingyu, who was originally in high spirits, suddenly felt sleepy, his eyelids felt heavy, and slowly, he fell asleep in Wen Ziqing's arms.

She closed her eyes, she was quieter, the butterfly-like eyelashes, no powder, but thin lips like begonias, let him really want to take a bite, he looked at her, his eyes burst out of the evil light, greedy and confused, not at all as elegant as the beginning of the fairy, the corners of his lips slightly curved, restrained himself, pretended to be calm and said: "It's time to sleep, Qing'er." ”

At this time, no one knows how excited and ecstatic he is now, and it feels like he has come back from the dead.

Twenty-five years have passed, although it is not a long time, but for him, it has been tormenting step by step, and he can finally feel at ease at this time.

Suddenly, his white robe lifted, his figure moved, and he left the air with Qingyu, leaving a very faint white mist, as if he had never been to this space.

In a breath of time, they came to Qingfu, Wen Ziqing carried her to the bed, looked at the little guy in front of her quietly, couldn't help leaning over, her thin lips lightly, and kissed Qingyu lightly, and then her eyes were full of greed, but she quickly left, her eyes were clear, and she said to herself for no reason: "I really can't help it!

He let go of the top of Qingyu's stomach, and the gentle cyan aura soft light appeared, Qingyu suddenly felt extremely comfortable, with a smile on his face, looking at her smile, Wen Ziqing smiled with satisfaction.

"You, you, as before, are greedy, if you eat too much, your little belly will swell. He said to Qingyu, who had fallen asleep.

Then he hugged her tightly into his arms, so tight that Qingyu struggled uncomfortably, and turned over to escape from the "cage".

Wen Ziqing's hands were tightly clasped, and her struggle was useless.

"Oops!" Qing Yu screamed very uncomfortably, Wen Ziqing gradually let go of it slowly, until Qing Yu turned over and found a good place to sleep safely, and then gently hugged her, and her slender fingers gently stroked her facial features, "What should I do with you?"

There was a hole in his heart, a hole that only she could fill, and the name of that hole was - Desire is Hard to Fill.

At the beginning, he was so insatiable about her, until now......

Wen Ziqing closed her eyes full of sorrow with her breath, her breathing slowly stabilized, and she slept very steadily, just like the night she met her, warm and peaceful......

In Qingyu's dream......

As always, the sky was dark and gloomy, with a hint of dark red, which made people feel depressed and breathless, as if countless clouds covered the world, making the sun breathless and breathless.

And there is a woman in red standing on a high wall, with her back to Qingyu, who is more than one meter seven tall, with long black hair fluttering slightly in the wind, interspersed with exquisite, at a glance you know that the hair accessories of extraordinary value look posthumous and independent, and she is simply a perfect and lethal back killer.

Here it is again, and this dream is again.

Qingyu rolled her eyes, from childhood to adulthood, she didn't know how many times she had this dream, and it was exactly the same, it didn't change, the important thing was that this dream was a background board.

And they all say that they can do whatever they want in their dreams, but she can only look at it, and she can't touch it, so she is tired of seeing this back.

But despite this, Qingyu was still very happy, she stepped forward and looked at the woman in red intently, because she felt a sense of belonging, this is a dream that belongs to her, then she should also belong to her.

She walked to her right and looked at the woman in red, although she had the answer in her heart every time, she still couldn't wait to see the woman's face.

Abruptly, Qingyu's eyes widened, and the woman's flawless side face shocked her heart.

God, I finally waited for you, but fortunately I didn't give up, this may be the first wave of benefits for her to pass through at the beginning, she couldn't see her clearly before, it felt like there were thousands of layers of water mist separating her, and now, it's so clear, it's clearer than those high-definition cameras, and it may also have something to do with her 5.2 vision.

In fact, she herself has regarded this woman as her most important good friend, how many times, when she is lonely, she talks to herself, although this is a dream, and she is virtual, but what, isn't reality hypocritical?

Without it, Qingyu feels that she may be suffocated, who makes her not good at words, and always disgusts others when she communicates with others, and slowly becomes alone, too, one person is very good, there is no need to accommodate yourself for another person, change yourself......

The woman in red seemed to have a sense, and looked at Qing Yu, her eyes looking at each other......

Damn!

(Forgive her for not being able to describe...... You can only use three leans to express your thoughts.

But it's really a city and a country, a disaster to the country and the people, a peerless beauty, proud as a cold plum, cold as frost, more beautiful than a peony, like a quiet orchid, red face and troubled water...... This nobility is absolutely rare in the world, especially when looking at you, you unconsciously bow your head slightly, and a sense of inferiority strikes, but this makes people feel taken for granted, as if they were born like this, and nature dictates it.

Qingyu admitted that she was stunned, as a woman, she had to admit that although she was good-looking, she was just whiter-skinned, taller, and more positive, but the one in front of her, that temperament, that look, was definitely better than those stars, or a certain concubine in ancient times, and the beauty couldn't be better, just like a fairy descending to earth, that fairy spirit, that sense of distance, and that pride seemed to be engraved in the bones, attracting attention all the time.

Qingyu unconsciously stretched out her hand, who knew that the woman in red disdainfully moved her gaze forward, her red lips raised proudly, as if there was nothing in this world that could make her look high, and then stepped lightly on her right foot, the whole person was like a paper kite, two meters in the air lightly, and the fast-moving foot stepped on the wall from the concave wall, and then leaned forward and jumped down from the high wall.

The movements are fluent and decisive, without a trace of attachment.

Qing Yu clearly saw the look on the face of the woman in red, as if she was relieved and helpless. She instinctively reacted quickly and stepped forward to grab her, but she caught the air, don't do this, is she dirty? or smelly? I don't want her to touch it or jump off the building......

Qingyu, who had a strange expression, stretched out her head to look down, only to see the woman's red yarn dancing with the speed of falling, and gradually she could only see a fiery red outline, alive like a fire phoenix, proudly blazing, the only one in the world, which made Qingyu feel resonant inexplicably.

Do people really have past lives?

At this time, Qingyu felt sad, not like! Unwilling, possibly! Self-deprecation, probably! As if empathy.

She didn't know, but her eyes blurred as she looked at it, was it tears? Maybe......

The position of the left hand was numb, her consciousness slowly dissipated, the light in front of her was silent, and darkness enveloped her.

There is a pavilion on Duxi Mountain, there is a man, a thin lip and red lips, looking ruthless and charming, and the narrow phoenix eyes are even sharper, unfathomable, with a strong oppressiveness.

He sat on the jade stool, holding the glass jade cup, accompanied by the beauties beside him, in the dark night, listening to the report of the man in black who was half kneeling at the bottom, after he was done, he waved his hand, and the man in black flashed and retreated, hiding in the darkness.

Wen Ziyu's blue eyes with a smile flickered, took a sip of wine, and said to the beautiful woman beside him: "Mo'er, do you say that my brother is not interesting enough, even if you destroy the whole clan, you still go so hard to be good to that person, I really can't figure it out!"

Su Mo added wine to him, raised his glass and handed it over, the pair of tender water-like eyes under his eyebrows, skillfully looking forward to it, and his charming red lips said one by one: "Son, the eldest son is thinking of the old love and repaying the favor!"

This woman has a bewitching aura all over her body, which makes the man look soft, and nine out of ten souls have been lost, but the faint murderous aura also implies that this woman is extraordinary.

Wen Ziyu took it, drank it all, and said with satisfaction: "Yes, that's right, Mo'er is really my confidante." ”

Then he put down the glass jade cup, wrapped the willow waist of the beauty in front of him, and let him sit in his arms, his eyes were bent into a half moon with a smile, and the corners of his lips hooked up three points of arc, looking warm as jade, and said in a cold tone, "So, we must also remember the old love, otherwise I will be sorry for my conscience!"

Su Mo was picked up by him, and the whole person sat on Wen Ziyu's body, and she lay in his arms, she could even hear his heartbeat, and said coquettishly: "What Childe said is right." ”

But does he have such a thing as conscience?

But it's not better, that's how the world is now......

Su Mo's thoughts were fleeting, smelling the unique breath of the man, and his eyes were full of affection.

But she also knows that although this man seems to be amorous, he is actually ruthless, and being too persistent will eventually hurt herself.

However, she didn't have a choice, and it was probably doomed from the beginning......

Wen Ziyu looked at Su Mo with affection, but the blue light in those eyes was floating and sinking, like a thousand-year-old cold jade, hidden and cold, "Why is my Mo'er distracted, isn't my son's charm enough?"

Su Mo rubbed it in his arms and said, "How could it be, it was Gongzi who was so charming that he was fascinated by the slave family." ”

"Also, I can't be blamed for this, if you want to blame that old man's genetic inheritance. When talking about the old man, Wen Ziyu had a hint of disgust, but the next second he said: "Mo'er is not single-minded, you have to punish yourself with three cups!"

"What Childe said is that it should be punished!" Su Mo said and got up slightly, and the jade hand went to take the glass jade cup, but it was stopped by one hand.

She looked up, it was him.

Wen Ziyu held her hand tightly and put it in her heart, pretending to be distressed: "How can I be reluctant?"

Su Mo: "......"

It is said that the beauty is in the arms, and the heat is unbearable, but Wen Ziyu is just doing superficial things, dealing with them indifferently, absent-mindedly, as if he regards everything as fun.

My dear brother, take my great gift to you!

He took the wine handed over and drank it, his expression was still smiling, and he was still talking and laughing with the beauty.