Zhao Xijia's face also changed, thousands of years, tormented by that nightmare, he became what he is now, and finally his damp and moldy heart met the sun when he was trekking, but it was blocked by dark clouds.

Zhao Xijia didn't say a word, and he was as ruthless as a teenager. Zhao Xijia got lost in this deserted grave and couldn't get out, but cold-blooded people have their own way.

Out of nowhere, he took out a dagger and cut the back of his white hand, and the blood he shed cast a spell without changing his face, making a blood-colored map.

He blinked his good-looking eyes, and in an instant, Chu Xiheng controlled his consciousness again, and he was stunned in place, his eyes confused.

Just like his heart, trudging through the scorching desert, unable to find his way, the future is uncertain.

Zhao Xijia picked up his head, looked at the sky, and saw the bright noon sun through a slit in his eyes.

It's nice to see the light again...... Duanmu Mansion, in the evening, the person on the luxurious bed gradually woke up, and the first time he woke up, he was so gentle and intoxicating.

Zhao Xijia suddenly understood that the last light he saw before fainting was Duanmu Qi'an. He sat up slowly, with a pair of beautiful eyes, and looked at Duanmu Qi'an,

"Aren't you leaving, what are you doing when you come back?"

"I guess you know who I am, and my duty is to be good to everyone and protect them"

"But if you leave like that, you must have ......"

"It's okay", Duanmu Qi'an's eyebrows and eyes were extremely gentle,

"It's not too late to make an enemy of you when you make a mistake," he winked mischievously at Zhao Xijia. Zhao Xijia sank, his heart gradually recovered, and finally began to beat for so-and-so, and the flowing cold blood finally became the last obsession.

"You love the world, I love you" is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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