"Ye Ye, wake up, that's not me!" The spirit rune in his hand floated out quickly, emitting white light to hit the interface of the environment, but it was only in vain. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The red-clothed Qingyan tapped his toes, and his water sleeves fluttered lightly in the air. In the next second, his whole body was less than 100 meters away from Ye Ye, and his colorful sleeves were seductively placed on Ye Ye's shoulders, and the corners of his lips hooked up a charming smile.

Ye Ye raised his head slightly, and met the charming eyes of the upside-down beings. The red-clothed Qingyan's green fingers gently hooked Ye Ye's chin, and he laughed coquettishly without saying a word.

The hand that put the other hand on Ye Ye's shoulder was slightly forced, and the whole body fell into Ye Ye's arms.

"It's not that I'm not pretty." The red-clothed Qingyan spoke quietly, like a deep valley orchid, revealing charm in the cold.

"Of course it's beautiful." Ye Ye's slender fingers slid over the white skin of the red-clothed Qingyan, and the corners of his lips hooked up with an evil smile. "You use her natural beauty."

"I'm her." Danko's fingers lightly brushed over Yeye's white shirt. "Or you might think of me as her." The red silk dress slowly slid down, and a large area of delicate skin was exposed, **** half exposed, which was extraordinarily sultry.

"It's really exquisitely made." The phoenix eyebrows were raised lightly, and the beauty in front of her was carefully examined, like a detector with a perspective function, which made people's hearts tense.

Hongyi Qingyan smiled coquettishly after hearing this, leaned on Ye Ye with his whole body, raised his little face, and looked at Ye Ye with a smile on his face.

"It's a pity that even my defective products can't compare." The slender fingers suddenly pinched the cheeks of the red-clothed Qingyan vigorously, and the evil smile on the corners of his lips became deeper and deeper. Finally, with a slight turn of his wrist, the entire head of the red-clothed Qingyan left his body.

Ye Ye kicked away the body of Qingyan, who had turned into a puppet in red, and took out the handkerchief in his arms and carefully wiped every inch of his fingers.

Qing Yan was stunned and looked at Ye Ye who was suddenly furious, her eyes were a little shocked, she was still thinking about her safety, but now it seems that she is too worried. The puppet's illusion was so vulnerable in Ye Ye's eyes, it was because he was very conscious that he was not him from the beginning. Or if it was her, he wouldn't care about such a heavy hand.

Her heart suddenly tightened, and an unprecedented feeling made him panic, what was she doing, she was distressed for someone now. Why do you have such a feeling, I have only known him for a few days, even if I have a good impression of him, it shouldn't have evolved to this point.

The illusion around her slowly dissipated, and the red-clad puppet walked gently in front of her.

"My original body is destroyed, and now there is no way to live, so let me go back to the man when I die." The red clothes are fluttering, the tears in the corners of the beautiful eyes are moving, and the puppet can't cry, but now looking at her like this, Qingyan suddenly has a feeling of empathy.

"Okay."

Qingyan bowed his head in response, the figure of the puppet became more and more transparent, and the surrounding illusion began to fade away little by little.

"While the illusion is still alive, do what you want to do." The puppet raised his sleeves, and Qing Yan's entire body passed through the almost transparent phantom wall.

The corners of the puppet's mouth hooked up a satisfied smile, her life was so short that she didn't get anything in the end, Qingyan's life shouldn't only be to concentrate on cultivation, God gave her such a good talent, then shouldn't he bear some due troubles. A monk and a prodigy, he is deeply in love, and it's fun to think about it.

"Another one." Ye Ye casually threw away the handkerchief in his hand, evoking a sneering smile.

Qing Yan looked at Ye Ye at this time, he was really good-looking, his eyebrows were like distant mountains, his narrow Danfeng eyes were finally full of smiles, and the corners of his lips were slightly moving. The first time she saw him, she felt very familiar, as if she was destined to meet for a long time, they were not the first time they met but reunited after a long absence. It was as if he had come by trekking through mountains and rivers just to see him, and he was self-sufficient.

The ancients once said that when the golden wind and jade dew meet, they win countless in the world.

She thought that she was in such a mood at this time, but her reason told her that after all, she was the one who was leaving, and she couldn't stay in the world for too long. Becoming a god is her ultimate dream for herself, and it is also Master's lifelong hope for her.

He'd think it's a fantasy, and that's great. Take advantage of this dreamlike fantasy and let yourself do what you want to do.

Qingyan strode forward, step by step, as if he had made a lot of determination.

The playful smile on the corner of Ye Ye's lips became deeper and deeper.

"This one is much more like the one just now."

Qingyan exhaled a long breath to relieve his tension.

"How~"

Before Ye Ye finished speaking, he felt that his mature collar was being pulled down, and the next second he covered his soft lips. His eyes widened in disbelief, and the illusion around him quietly dissipated.

This is Qingyan! It can't be wrong, this must be Qingyan.

Just as Ye Ye confirmed his guess, the illusion was shattered. The two of them are back to reality again. On the high platform, only an old man gently cleaned up the puppet puppet with his old hands.

Qing Yan sat beside Ye Ye, his expression was the same as usual, and he couldn't see a trace of change.

"The play is over, let's go." Qingyan said flatly.

"Qingyan, it's best to be you!"

"Me? Haven't you woken up yet? Qingyan stood on tiptoe, and her warm hand gently covered Ye Ye's cheek. My face is hot, it's time to wake up. ”

"It's really not you, it's an illusion." Ye Ye couldn't help but be a little puzzled when he saw Qing Yan so calm.

"The opening people come, the end people go, we should go." Qingyan walked slowly forward, and suddenly stopped and looked back at the old man.

On the painted platform, he was the only one standing there, bent on his back to pack his things. Suddenly, a gust of wind and sand blew in front of him, and the old man seemed to regain his youth, bathing in the sunset and straightening his old clothes.

After they left, the painted platform was blown up by the wind and sand, and disappeared into the wind. Everything is a dream in the world, but nowhere in the world is not a dream.

The old man's back suddenly stood upright, but he still held the exquisite puppet in his hand. His white hair suddenly turned green, and the corners of his lips showed a satisfied smile.

Dance the silk thread in your hand and bow your head to open your mouth. The voice is like crying and pouring out, which makes people can't help but cry.

"When I was a child, I saw colorful embroidered fresh clothes

The story is incomprehensible but memorized

Fang cun vermilion silk handkerchief school platform promised

When did it become a sigh

The juvenile drama is in the spring stream, and the willows are still there

and secretly on the back and forth

I always hope that the people in the seat will know the meaning

The eyebrows are beautiful

Hugh laughed at him, but he was all false in the play

Hugh sighed that she tried her sincerity with fake plays

The four corners of the eaves of the painted building are passed by the sound of gongs and drums

One out of joy and one out of sorrow

The opening people come and go, and the wind gradually rises

But the sunset is old

The drama in front of him was slow and urgent, and it was vividly performed

And the romance of the ages is both real and false

After a moment of lingering, he withdrew his sleeves and left

Ruthless dares to go deep into the play

Hugh laughed at him and felt that the play was not hypocritical

Hugh sighed that she was cold and sincere for the fake show

The four corners of the eaves of the painted building are passed by the sound of gongs and drums

One out of joy and one out of sorrow

The opening people come and go, and the wind gradually rises

But the sunset is old

The four corners of the eaves of the painted building are passed by the sound of gongs and drums

One out of joy and one out of sorrow

The opening people come and go, and the wind gradually rises

But the sunset is old

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At the end of the song, people are scattered, a song is over, and a lifetime is over. (To be continued.) )