In the years of the stone house, there is no day and night! With the assistance of the cold ice bed, the internal injuries on the dyeing and painting body were also healed, during which Gu Mofeng came a few times, and he just quietly drank a cup of tea and left.

Once, Gu Mofeng came here drunk, looking at the dyed paintings, his eyes were so gentle that he seemed to be able to wring out water. Dye Hua was stunned, such a look made her feel the urge to escape.

"Hehe, I knew that with your intelligence, you would find out about that place sooner or later." Gu Mofeng's magnetic voice sounded in his ears, due to drunkenness, his sharp eyes floated with a trace of confusion, his eyebrows and eyes were soft, and his handsome face looked handsome.

Dyeing and painting suddenly had an illusion, maybe he was the real him, a humble gentleman, gentle as jade. This kind of thought was only instantaneous, and Dye Hua was full of excitement, and even she herself was frightened by her inexplicable thoughts.

I have to admit that the man in front of me is indeed a charming demon, and his face is so handsome that everyone is angry, I don't know how many hearts he has captured?

"Painting, don't leave me, okay?" Gu Mofeng suddenly stretched out his hand to hold the dyeing hand, and gently took it, and the dyeing painting suddenly fell into a warm and wide embrace. Between breaths, a faint aroma of wine rushed into his nose, I don't know whether it was shyness or annoyance, the beautiful little face of the dye painting suddenly flushed, and struggled hard, trying to break free from the embrace of Gu Mofeng.

The more he struggled, the harder Gu Mofeng grabbed Dye's arms, and with a begging low voice, he sounded in Dye's ears: "Don't move, let me hold it for a while, okay?" Just a little bit. ”

It was as if someone had struck her with a hammer, and a bitter pain rushed at her, and she stopped struggling. Quietly snuggled on Gu Mofeng's warm chest, but another face appeared in his mind. That white-clothed, fairy-like man, I don't know how he's doing now?

For a moment, her thoughts were like a river that had opened a floodgate, drowning all her thoughts.

It is also like a roaring beast, on the high post of the lone star of the moon, it sings at the moon lonely.

The posture of longing, as lonely as ever.

Sensing the meekness of the person in his arms, Gu Mofeng's confused eyes flickered, flashing thousands of ghostly lights, and the corners of his sexy lips hooked up a gentle smile.

The previous helpless conversation with the Prophet suddenly flashed through my mind:

"Feng'er, even if the person she likes is not you, do you want to keep her?"

"In the past 25 years, there has never been a person who can make me so concerned, that feeling, let me feel that my heart is beating so clearly as if it is alive."

"Even if you put your life on the line, don't you care?"

"Hehe, no one has died since ancient times, and sometimes, it's not a good thing to die like this."

"Hey, you idiot."

"Maybe this is the fate of Gu Jiaerlang."

……

Thinking of this, the eagle's eyes flashed with a blade-like coldness, he never believed in fate. This woman, he's going to decide.

"When your injuries are healed, I will take you out of here, are you willing to follow me and wander the rivers and lakes?" Gu Mofeng asked cautiously, his eyes flashing with expectations that he shouldn't have.

Dye Hua suddenly came back to his senses and froze. This kind of ancient ink style caught her a little off guard and was in a hurry. As calm as she is, she can't help but feel uneasy.

Feeling her stiffness, Gu Mofeng suddenly laughed, and where was the low hoarseness of Fang Cai's magnetic voice: "Aside from the hustle and bustle of this world, the world is big, let it go." Wouldn't it be better? ”