"You, what do you mean?" Nie Yumei was startled, and slowly turned her head to look at the man who was walking towards her step by step.

Only then did she understand the meaning of Ye Zhi's crazy words.

He turned around and ran out of the cave, wanting to shout at Lin Tingao, but then his mouth was blocked first.

She struggled helplessly.

His eyes looked vacantly at the madness of the leaves that disappeared in front of him.

Keep that hatred in your heart.

Ye Zhimad, Ye Zhimad, I will definitely kill you!

Bitter and complaining screams rang out in the cave.

"Ah......h

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In the forest, two white figures slowly walked towards the depths of the forest, one after the other.

"I suddenly think you're horrible." The man in white behind him floated away.

Ye Zhimad hooked the corners of his lips, turned his head sideways, glanced at the man behind him, and said lightly: "I thought you were still there?" ”

"How is that possible?" He tilted his face, his brow furrowed slightly.

This woman is not a human being if she is silent and shocking.

A gentle word can make a big change in his mood.

"Don't follow me all the time, okay?" She stopped, looked at the desolate grave in front of her, showed no fear, and then raised her hand and pointed to the tombstone in front of her: "Go, go back to your kind!" ”

"You...... Think of me as a man, dead! The man in white who was floating in the air slowly landed.

White, dustless clothes fluttered, a light breeze blew across his face, and strands of silky black hair danced in the air.

The slender jade fingers ripped away a few strands of hair on his forehead, and he who had been appearing in front of her in the form of a virtual body was the first time he had such a real existence.

There was no longer a white light around him, and he stood in front of her like a normal person.

She was stunned and stared at the handsome flying man in front of her, who had a pair of good-looking eyes, and the corners of his eyes were slightly raised.

The two rows of eyelashes are thick and long, as if drawing a black eyeliner, drawing a side for his eyes, lining the dark and bright eyes, and every time the eyes flicker, the waves in the eyes are like bright stars in the sky.

His nose was high and straight, and his lips were thin, ruddy and shiny.

The skin is perfectly fair, without the slightest blemish.

Then put on the hair as straight as ink, even though it is in the dark night, you can still clearly distinguish it through the moonlight, the black eyes, white skin, red lips, and inky hair.

He was standing in front of her.

Every time the breeze blows, you can always smell the special breath of his body.

"You ......" Ye Zhifang pointed his hand, pointing from head to toe, and wanted to speak again, but the man in white first reached out and held the hand she was pointing at himself, and pulled her into his arms.

Junyi's face slowly approached her, and the scorching breath sprayed on her face.

His lips quickly and accurately repressed over hers.

She stared at the man in front of her with wide eyes, her head short-circuited instantly, and she didn't even give a single resistance, she was held in his arms.

He didn't penetrate her, his thin lips just pressed tightly to her lips, and then, he didn't move.

His lips were cold, but the coldness penetrated the bone marrow but warmed people's hearts.

But there was a strange warmth that lingered in her body.

A light breeze blew, and the two white figures clinged closely.

At night, a couple of men and women dressed in white, such a landscape constructs an emotional black and white painting.

The man's body gradually lit up with white light, illuminating the night around her, and also covering the light of the moonlight.

He let go of her gently, his lips slightly raised, and said, "Look, I'm not dead." ”

She raised her hand, stroked her lips, and took a step back: "Such cold lips are no different from dead people!" ”