Chapter Ninety-One: We Are Everywhere
The divination's fingers stretched and contracted on the furnace that was braving the heat, thinking that he had just come back all the way, but he had not suffered any sins. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Because he was protected in his arms by the people behind him, he didn't blow a trace of wind, and he was frozen himself, and he also used spells to drive away the cold along the way, and said lightly:
"Who are you Jun Nianchen, capable, rich, and beautiful, if you want to turn the page, you will turn me over, don't say that I am the same as you."
The divination is light, but in fact it is not calm, the heartbeat is chaotic, and it is not easy to make a thunderous gesture.
When he said this, the divination didn't feel smooth, and he was a little depressed, just like that day after Jun Nianchen left, he lay in the quilt and didn't want to get up for a long time.
The divination could feel that the hand on his shoulder was electrified, rising a scorching and hot temperature, and the unique taste of Jun Nianchen seemed to linger, evoking the heart that already had ripples.
When he first saw him, he looked at the world, everything in the world could not enter his eyes, and the appearance of nothing to do with it looked real, and now this can be regarded as a low voice, divination was moved, unreal, and sad for him.
Spread out the palm on the stove, the temperature of the palm has improved qualitatively, because of his intimate actions and that persistent gaze.
The divination heart is blessed to see what he looks like at this time, whether he will be lonely, tilting his body, and looking at him behind him unexpectedly.
At this time, Jun Nianchen had a dusty face, his deep eyes were bottomless, and he remembered his occasional smile; The palm is a little itchy, and it touches a corner of the bottom of my heart.
With a chuckle, he is more solemn than he is at the moment, and what he likes more is to see him laugh.
"I only have you in my heart." Jun Nianchen left in a fit of anger that day.
It's just that there is concern in the heart, the person is gone, and he does not take the heart away, and he returns to the place where the heart stays.
In the crowd of the world, as far as Jun Nianchen is concerned, although some people understand it thoroughly, they are only familiar, or they have passed by countless times.
On the mountain where the breeze came, I met divination unexpectedly for the first time, with the touch of skin, a casual glance, I remembered this young man, and later met.
Jun Nianchen doesn't believe in love at first sight, it's too far away from him, but the feeling of divination is indescribable, unclear, and he can't ignore it, maybe he doesn't get along with divination for a long time, he doesn't know very much, and his heart is palpitating, what can he do!
He has always been cold and hard and impersonal, but he didn't hurt each other without knowing him, but felt that this person was different, and derived an idea, and it was also a gratifying idea to be by his side to make his heart no longer so boring.
The divination that knew that it would not slip or not, first responded to the snake in vain, and then ran away.
He didn't pay attention, and really let people run away, and then he wanted to chase this person and let him fulfill his promise.
found someone, they all regarded Ziyun as a broken embroidery, and they also accepted the word broken sleeve, even now Ziyun thinks so, and after getting along, I realized that even the gender was deceived by this guy.
Divination has a little tossing fingers, feeling that the heart is a little irregular, that feeling even surpassed, many years ago his favorite plum was inadvertently poisoned by someone, sad sitting under the tree that did not bloom as in previous years, crying for several days of poor feeling.
Recently, when Bujun Nianchen will appear in his mind, he will get along with each other before, every time he is warm and sighing, this is not a normal thing, he probably understands that he is upset, although it is not to the point of life and death, and he cares about it when he is low.
Otherwise, why explain that after waking up, he would be so sad, and he would be sad that he could be ruthless to himself.
And he said this, so that the unhappiness in the divination heart was also dissipated.
Silently turning his head, the divination suddenly felt that aside from the paragraph a few days ago, in fact, Jun Nianchen was not very good in addition to his temperament, but he was still a good person, good in appearance, and good in cultivation.
It is the most powerful person I have ever seen for this reason, and the cultivation that is so supernatural that I am afraid that even the master and his old man will be willing to bow down.
If you find someone to accompany you, you can find one like this, no one can bully you in the future, and then you think, he is too powerful, he bullies himself, and he can't bully back.
The flamingo flowers in the porcelain vase decorated on the flower stand are very delicate, the petals are white with pink and contain red, and the water is as bright as the rising sun.
The divination touched his cheeks, sighed to himself, and sighed at the sparks in front of him, disappearing into the endless air.
People who are too good-looking are not only easy to provoke peach blossoms, but also lucky, just like the good-looking and tall father in memory, who has never come to find his mother.
Thinking of this level, divination also said the same, he is very good, admitting that he is also good, compared to him, in addition to the appearance of the flower and the moon, it is reasonable, just in terms of cultivation, he has turned himself into scum in seconds.
And, reluctantly, yes, reluctant to be unhappy.
"You said that you have me in your heart, I thought about it, and I also have you in my heart, since it's all interesting, let's go everywhere." Thinking of the terrifying coercion, he added with a red face, "It's just that if you are cruel to me in the future, I will never forgive you again. ā
The sound of divination is like the sound of a piano, like a dripping spring in a secluded stream, clear and ethereal, virtual and real, Jun Nianchen felt that he had heard it wrong, his eyes were shining, and he pinched the small shoulders of his hands.
Eventually, when the heart is about to jump out, it is like a fish in a pond that is short of water, suddenly filled with water, swimming around happily, or jumping on the surface of the water, splashing in circles.
In the long and long passage of years, he has never met such a person, a shallow smile, a small movement, will hit the heart directly, arouse his senses.
Jun Nianchen couldn't bear to interrupt such a beautiful day, slowly, slowly, lowered his head, approached the neck of the divination, and buried his head in the neck that exuded a faint fragrance that made him intoxicated.
At that moment, in the fog superimposed by the mountains, he heard the sound of heaven, which exploded his heart and wanted to jump up and cheer up.
The hand on the shoulder began to shift its position, and through the soft fabric, it slowly moved down and slid to the slender waist of the divination, sticking to the ear of the divination, and the hoarse and unique voice, word by word, said the words that he could think of at this time:
"When the red dust is drunk, I wish you one heart, the red face is fleeting, and you will not leave the king and will not give up." The figure of the divination slowly falling down flashed in front of his eyes again and again, the taste was unpleasant, he tasted it, and in the future, he didn't want to taste it again.
He changed the position of the divination, turned around to face him, and recounted the worries of the divination, "If there is really another day, I do something that hurts your body, I don't need you to rush, I will stay far away, and I will try everything to atone for my sins, just now, I was just worried about you." ā