When a man laughs, it is like an elegant lotus flower unfolding on the tip of his eyebrows, which is incredibly beautiful.

He raised his hand slightly, and opened his palm to her, the slender white fingers with distinct bones, white knuckles, and long hair fluttering in the wind, entwining around him, and the man stood there, his eyebrows glazed.

The picture scroll is stretched out, the beauty of thick ink and color, and the temperament of elegance and dust.

Qiu Yinong was stunned, and everyone was stunned.

She didn't expect this person to come, and she didn't expect that when she saw Dry Guhuan again, her heart was so surging, like a reunion after a long absence, her heart surged through countless emotions, and she felt a little wronged inexplicably.

This dare was quickly extinguished by her, when she was Zhao Zi, she shouldn't be so soft on herself.

The surroundings are so quiet, no one dares to speak, they all look at Gongzi Dry Bone Huan fixedly, and then look at the autumn mood.

He stretched out his hand, and she stood there, her hair blown by the wind, her face silent, her steps seemed to be nailed there, and she wanted to move, but found that her heart weighed a thousand pounds.

It was a strange feeling, and she was afraid that if she didn't go, he would be disappointed, but she felt embarrassed to walk over.

Eventually, she took a step.

She didn't want to let him down.

This is a very wonderful emotion, and now Qiu Yinong takes it for granted, he saved her, she didn't let him down, it seems, it's a very simple thing.

It was only after many years that she realized that in fact, from the moment she was afraid that he would be disappointed and soft-hearted towards him, she and he embarked on another path.

It's called Love Road.

On that road, she and him met in a narrow way.

The so-called narrow road meets the brave wins, and in the end, the dry bones win.

She walked over and put her hand in the palm of his hand, and the child's dry eyes kept falling on her, watching her approach step by step, and the beauty of the light in her long and narrow charming eyes.

His eyes will glow.

"I'm fine."

Qiu Yinong didn't dare to look him in the eyes, and replied to him lightly.

Dry Guhuan took her hand and raised it slightly, folded her palms in the palms of her palms, and said dotingly: "That's it, it's good." ”

He didn't hide his doting at all at all in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, and everyone could see it clearly.

The woman holding the pipa had a cold light flashing with slender red eyeliner as if it had been poisoned.

In an instant, it was annihilated in the bottom of his eyes.

No one noticed her, not even Dry Guhuan, who never looked at her.

"Your Highness, it's cold, put on your cloak."

Situ Ge spread out his cloak and draped it on Dry Bone Huan's body, just now Dry Bone Huan came out to save Wen Siniang and Bai Yuan, the two of them had palpitations, stood up and saluted Dry Bone Huan, and said words of thanks.

If it hadn't been for the timely arrival of Dry Bone Huan, they would not have ended up in a good situation now.

"Why are you here?"

Qiu Yinong saw that no one spoke for a while, and felt a little embarrassed, so she moved her lips and asked.

She stood beside him, was held by him, and felt that the man's palm was a little cold, his body bones were not very good, presumably he had just returned to Xiliang and rushed here, and his body was naturally even worse when he was bumpy on the way.

There is a sense of guilt.

Dry Guhuan glanced at her, looking at her with half-open and half-closed eyes.

Don't speak.

As if muttering something, a slightly evil smile slowly opened on her lips, and looking at her eyes, it was even more ambiguous.