A breath was just a moment, and in an instant, thousands of thoughts had already flown through Qin Su's mind. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

She breathed deeply, swept away the wild weedy of her thoughts, and focused her attention on the present.

This man in Ziyi quietly appeared under the tree, but he didn't know how long he had been standing there? Qin Su clearly remembered that when she brought Agu over, there was no one under the Panasonic.

How much did he see, how much did he hear, and did everything she did fall into the eyes of this person?

Qin Su's eyes quickly crossed a trace of killing intent.

Then, her tense body relaxed, and her red lips were half-opened, like a pink rhombic flower blooming.

"Who is Lang Jun?" she took two steps forward, then stopped.

This time, her voice was much clearer, not as cold as Fang Cai, but with a little curiosity—the kind that belongs to the little lady, with a little delicate curiosity.

The man in Ziyi tilted his head slightly, as if to glance at her.

At that moment, a few strands of hair fell on his ears, and his eyes seemed to suck up the night between heaven and earth, deep and unfathomable.

Qin Su's heart trembled.

However, her progress never stopped.

Brushing the skirt, Qin Su's waist was slightly folded, and the voice was like a fragrant rose, which bloomed between her lips and teeth.

"Lang Jun is so handsome, can you tell him by name?" she asked. It's a sweeter tone than Fang Cai, with coquettishness and charm, while talking, while still slowly approaching.

The moonlight touched her face, and the smile on her lips was shallow, and her white clothes fluttered in the wind, like pale white mast flowers blooming under the moon.

The man in Ziyi was still facing her, tilting his head slightly, as if looking up at the bright moon, and his scattered hair was like a fine crow green silk, reflecting a faint luster under the moonlight.

The mountain breeze is cold, and finally he can't get rid of the gloom that he is full of, so he is independent of the lone pine, like a piece of ink jade left between heaven and earth, Tsinghua is introverted, only lonely.

"Why didn't Lang Jun speak?" Qin Su tilted her head sideways, a few strands of hair slanted over her thin shoulders, and the moonlight poured down, as if carrying a thin veil on her shoulders.

This time, she changed her tone to a sweeter tone, and when the last word fell, she carried a little breath, and the thin and soft breath seemed to hold a feather, and it was delivered lightly along the light summer breeze.

The man in Ziyi raised his arm and grabbed a lock of hairstring.

Still silent.

Only the half of the eye wind that passed by, as gloomy as the sky at midnight, seemed to suck in all the light in this world.

At this time, Qin Su had already walked four or five steps behind the man in Ziyi.

She clenched the stone in her sleeve, her eyes slid slightly, turned to his feet, and immediately pressed her eyebrows.

It's not easy to do.

The man in Ziyi was at least a few feet away from the cliff, and if he missed a blow, he would be easily restrained.

Qin Su raised his head, his cold eyes were slightly closed, as if he was looking at the moon, only the light of his eyes slid lightly over the top of the man's hair, if it was unintentional, it seemed to be affectionate.

The night breeze blew her heavy bangs, shining her bright eyebrows and eyes, and her face was so full that she forced the moonlight to darken a little.

No one could see that her heart had sunk into an ice cave at this moment.

It was not obvious from a distance, but when I got closer, I realized that this man in Ziyi was very tall, at least more than a head and a half taller than Qin Su.

Tall, and slender, the upright and straight body seems to contain great strength, hidden between the wide robe and wide sleeves, but it is ...... Timid in hope.

But it turns out that beautiful men are confusing and beautiful are confusing, and they should be here.

Qin Suda shivered from the cracks in his bones.

At that moment, she suddenly realized clearly that he knew exactly what she was going to do.

She's going to kill people.

And he didn't react at all.

Indifference to himself, or, to the coldness of everything, even to himself completely abandoned.

He finally looked at her.

Not much, only half a wisp of wind, flowing and gorgeous, like the Manshu Sawa blooming on the edge of the Lethe River in the eternal night, with an indescribable dead silence, but like a black flame, the surrounding air, wind, moonlight and starlight in the sky, all burned out.

Qin Su changed his mind in an instant.

She stopped, letting the black shuddering flames envelop her, her face undisguised in the pale, transparent moonlight.

Even if it is not yet in time, such a bright face is enough to be amazing.

She smiled at him.

She knew that she couldn't laugh at him like the water breaking through the sky and the earth, but she could also smile like a spring lake rippling under the stars, and the ripples stretched layer by layer, and the same way reached people's hearts.

"Lang Jun hates it and ignores people. Jiaojiao complained softly, as if carrying the water meaning between the waves under the cliff, obviously clear and shallow, after tasting it, but it is endless, the aftertaste is like silk, hooking and picking the ground, and it flew to the tip of the heart.

If this person is Emperor Zhongyuan, I am afraid that the three souls and seven spirits will fly away from the top of the head. Qin Su secretly regretted himself, and was sad again, his long and curly eyelashes covered half of his eyes, and glanced at the man in Ziyi.

Immediately, I sighed in my heart.

knew that it was useless, her flattering skills, in front of him, were just to provoke Qingfeng to laugh.

At this time, she was only half a foot away from him.

He finally turned back and looked at her.

The dark eyes and the dull flames suddenly extinguished, and turned to ashes.

"Qing, do you want to kill me?" he asked.

It is the sound of the ice strings vibrating in the quiet night, powerful and short, and the words contain string sounds, which are subtle and moving.

Qin Su covered his lips and smiled, shook his head, and as soon as he raised his arm, the stone in his hand fell far off the cliff.

"Jun is strong, I am weak, I can't be killed. She replied, not too discouraged.

This person is unpredictable, she is no match at all. Even so, I had to lower my body, like an ant, in the eyes of the boulder, it was nothing.

She took a small step further and smelled the faint smell of pine needles on him.

Strange to say, the closer he gets, the lighter the amazing momentum becomes, and at this moment, it is even closer to nothing.

Qin Su simply took two steps diagonally, stood side by side with him under the pine, climbed the cold and rough trunk of the pine tree with one hand, and grabbed a wisp of green silk scattered on his shoulder with the other, and looked at him sideways, his eyes were shining, like a microwave of sake.

After a pause, she reached out and took out a delicate bag from her sleeve, and her sharp ten fingers pulled open the tie, and a sweet fragrance spread from it, and her sweet smile was like that fragrance, soft and sweet, moistening people's hearts: "Lang Jun is sugar?"

She smiled at him again, her slightly curved eyes seemed to be soaked in the moonlight and starlight, innocent and flawless.

This is a bag of tips from Agu, and there is a lot of candy left in it.

The man's eyes sank slightly.

But there is no word, no movement, like a sculpture.

Qin Su snorted secretly.

I knew that I couldn't fool him. (To be continued.) )