Sometimes, to ignite a person, all it takes is a word, a look, or even a casual turn, or even a glance back.

It's like Wen Ling at this time.

Originally, in Rong Zixian's eyes, this person should be the kind who was directly slapped by himself.

However, at this time, the moonlight was thick, and people were in pairs.

The little girl's eyebrows and eyes are like spring water, flour is like peaches, and her tone is soft and with a little coquettish tail.

Especially the final tone, slightly raised, with a sultry meaning.

Rong Zixian felt that the moonlight must be too moving tonight, so he unconsciously moved his mind.

In the past, the seven emotions and six desires that I had never noticed at all seemed to have been found back in an instant on this night.

I pinched an enchantment, pinched a paper man, and became my stand-in, looking at the plantation.

As for him and Wen Ling, they had already been pulled into the enchantment by him.

In Rong Zixian's opinion, since the spring is sultry, why should he be difficult for himself?

What if you expose your true strength in front of Wen Ling?

This person, either in the circle to death in the future, is his person.

Either......

After the incident, it turned into a corpse.

In his bones, he was not a good person.

I haven't done this kind of thing before, but now I might as well try it.

Thinking of this, Rong Zixian's voice was deep, revealing a thick hoarseness, and he gritted his teeth heavily and said: "Wen Ling, this is what you asked for." ”

Although, he didn't intend to let her go.

It's just that there are some things that he didn't want to do in the past, he just wanted to torture people.

But now, it's hard to help and can't control it.

Now that I say cruel things, I always feel that I have fallen behind and want to find a little bit of ground.

It's a pity that Rong Zixian didn't realize it.

In the plantation under the moonlight, the green plants gently shook their young leaves, as if because the moonlight slowly drilled out, so the young leaves were shyly hidden under the stems.

But because of the cool evening breeze, the young leaves themselves couldn't help but shrink.

The moonlight didn't seem to realize that tonight's night was different, and after rising high, it slowly overlooked all living beings as before.

looks indifferent and ruthless, but it always makes people yearn for it.

The endless Moon Palace, how many people's dreams have been?

The young leaves don't know, and neither do the stems.

They seem to be doing a little game of you chasing me, you coming and I hiding.

The young leaves are obviously extremely shy, and they have avoided the darkness, but when the stem extends a wisp of love, they unconsciously unfold their young leaves and slowly accept this existence that is one with it.

They are not flowers of each other, they do not need flowers to see leaves, leaves need to avoid flowers, and they do not need to wait for another 3,000 years before they can be exchanged for one time, and the flowers and leaves collide.

Here, the evening breeze is slightly cool, and the young leaves that were originally shrunk have now slowly embraced its stems, with their love and tenderness, they will wrap each other little by little, and then under the moonlight, a little shy rustling sound is revealed.

The evening breeze is cool, but exceptionally soft.

The young leaves were blown by the evening wind, and as if they were a little embarrassed, they carefully hid behind the stems, and then slowly poked out their little heads.

But the stem didn't want the young leaves to go around behind him, tried to straighten himself, and then dragged the young leaves out domineeringly, so that the other party once again wrapped himself with warmth and love.

That kind of touch and gentleness is what the stem wants most.

The little angels who have started work, pay attention to protect their ducks~

Thank you little angels for your tips and tickets, refill~

(End of chapter)