This chapter and the next chapter will be updated and replaced one point before. Today's New Year's Day, there are guests at home, and I am really sorry for the inconvenience caused to everyone.

The more Sun Lingyun thought about it, the more he felt that he was right, seeing that Liu Qingyue's figure had already gone away, he hurriedly caught up, with an extremely rare firmness written in his eyes.

"Light Moon!"

He called Liu Qingyue's name, affectionately.

Liu Qingyue heard the voice, and a mouthful of old blood almost spurted out.

After she turned her head and saw Sun Lingyun's actions chasing after her, she scolded in annoyance and quickened her pace.

She really wants to run away at all times, but she is really impatient to deal with these scumbags and, afraid that she will not be able to control and cripple people.

Just as he wanted to run, two neighbors turned around on the road ahead, carrying a load of beaten rice.

If she runs up at this time, will she be made into an unbearable version by her brain: for example, she hooked up with Sun Lingyun, and she was afraid that people would find out, so she couldn't wait to leave. Or, Sun Lingyun pestered her endlessly and manipulated her, so she was running away.

This thought flashed through her mind, and Liu Qingyue felt like a fish in her throat, which was even more unbearable than swallowing Xiang.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she simply stopped.

Turning his head, he looked at Sun Lingyun with an expressionless face.

"Light Moon!"

Sun Xiucai, who thought he was personable, put on his most graceful pose, called her name affectionately, and stared at her deeply.

Liu Qingyue looked back at him expressionlessly. "Sun Xiucai, the eye droppings in the corners of your eyes haven't been dug clean."

Sun Lingyun's expression instantly stiffened.

He quickly turned around and wiped the corners of his eyes as gracefully as he could.

There is nothing on the fingers.

The more Sun Lingyun thought about it, the more he felt that he was right, seeing that Liu Qingyue's figure had already gone away, he hurriedly caught up, with an extremely rare firmness written in his eyes.

"Light Moon!"

He called Liu Qingyue's name, affectionately.

Liu Qingyue heard the voice, and a mouthful of old blood almost spurted out.

After she turned her head and saw Sun Lingyun's actions chasing after her, she scolded in annoyance and quickened her pace.

She really wants to run away at all times, but she is really impatient to deal with these scumbags and, afraid that she will not be able to control and cripple people.

Just as he wanted to run, two neighbors turned around on the road ahead, carrying a load of beaten rice.

If she runs up at this time, will she be made into an unbearable version by her brain: for example, she hooked up with Sun Lingyun, and she was afraid that people would find out, so she couldn't wait to leave. Or, Sun Lingyun pestered her endlessly and manipulated her, so she was running away.

This thought flashed through her mind, and Liu Qingyue felt like a fish in her throat, which was even more unbearable than swallowing Xiang.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she simply stopped.

Turning his head, he looked at Sun Lingyun with an expressionless face.

"Light Moon!"

Sun Xiucai, who thought he was personable, put on his most graceful pose, called her name affectionately, and stared at her deeply.

Liu Qingyue looked back at him expressionlessly. "Sun Xiucai, the eye droppings in the corners of your eyes haven't been dug clean."

Sun Lingyun's expression instantly stiffened.

He quickly turned around and wiped the corners of his eyes as gracefully as he could.

There is nothing on the fingers.

Liu Qingyue looked back at him expressionlessly. "Sun Xiucai, the eye droppings in the corners of your eyes haven't been dug clean."

Liu Qingyue looked back at him expressionlessly. "Sun Xiucai, the eye droppings in the corners of your eyes haven't been dug clean."

Sun Lingyun's expression instantly stiffened.

He quickly turned around and wiped the corners of his eyes as gracefully as he could.

There is nothing on the fingers.