"If it's okay, don't worry about saying goodbye first, and please be careful to wait for Jin Shizi, don't be chased by those "girls" who love you and can't go home......"

Chen Feijin gritted her teeth and stared at Bingling'er: "It's good to go, don't send it."

Bing Ling'er saluted elegantly, and then walked away as fast as she could, as if something dirty was staring at her from behind, and the three people downstairs and upstairs were stunned at that speed!

Girl, what are you running?

Upstairs.

"That's it? Bored. ”

Mo Yan stood up: "If there is something, go first."

Yazen asked curiously, "Where to go?"

“……”

"Don't look at it, people are far away, it's useless for you to star."

"Jing Mo, you said that Mo Yan is gone, what are we left to do, it's boring."

Bai Jingmo glanced at Ye Ran: "Remove the characters and go!"

Bai Jingmo slammed the door in the eyes of the night and complained, step by step - walked downstairs, and did not throw a single look at him.

Night Dye: "......"

Mo Yan uses light power to disappear, and you are "disappearing" openly...... So, how do I disappear? This is a very important question!

On this day, the destined people will meet; This day is the beginning of fate; On this day, it is the sympathy of God.

Because, this day is destined for them to miss the end.

Because, this day determines the future of their hearts.

Because, this day is the beginning of his and her life's ups and downs.

Soon after, when Mo Yan recalled this day, he smiled bitterly and said, I am a person who does not believe in fate, I think that my own fate can only be decided by myself, I don't believe in fate, I used to hate the unfairness of God, when she appeared, I knew that fate never owed me, but that day I personally killed all possibilities between us, and I pushed her to others again and again......

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Bing Ling'er, who came out of the Moon Tower, strolled through the crowd of people, I don't know what she was looking for, she didn't notice it, and before she knew it, there was no one beside her, and she vaguely remembered that she seemed to have been here......

When did she come, maybe just now? Maybe...... It's that she doesn't want to remember! Maybe, maybe it's just a dream.

The first time she came to the capital, she became the lord of Sanssouci County......

On her second visit to Kyoto, she met Yimo......

The third time she came to Kyoto, she had a fiancé and was inadvertently hunted down......

……

This time in Kyoto, she met her "family" who were related by blood......

A fragment of the past flashed through my mind, Kyoto, what a troublesome place!

After staring at that road for a long time, Bing Ling'er finally decided to walk through it, no one could have imagined that the depths of that remote alley would be ......

Under the cold moonlight, the young man's appearance looked so stunning, his face as delicate as jade, his white robe that was not stained with a trace of stains, and his black hair tied up with white jade, like a white moon in the night sky, and his fair skin set off a faint charm.

Bing Ling'er silently turned her face away, she wouldn't admit that she was a nymphomaniac just now, and she would never let anyone know, because it was too much, too much, too embarrassing! Spread out, do you want her old face anymore......

The two of them were silent, ignoring the other......

"Get out!"

A single word of ink words broke the silent atmosphere, but it was in line with the current scene, cold and ruthless.

Looking at the chill emanating from Mo Yan's ruthless eyes, Bing Ling'er couldn't help but shudder, and she hooked the corners of her mouth: "I don't know what rolling is, you roll and show me first!"

"Heh, I really didn't see that the little beggar half a year ago was so sharp-toothed."

"Huh...... What did you say? ”

Bing Ling'er smiled dryly and didn't admit it, he couldn't help me! She doesn't want to have anything to do with Mo Yan, not at all!

"Has anyone told you that you are very recognizable."

Bing Ling'er still pretended to be stupid: "Yes! You don't. ”

Mo Yan: "......"

Mo Yan sneered and said, "It seems that you don't know the relationship between us yet, my fiancée!"

If you want to describe Bing Ling'er's current feelings, it is undoubtedly five thunderbolts, scorched on the outside and tender on the inside.

Fiancee? He, he won't really be that, the legendary prince of the Ran Wangfu - Mo Yan!

Don't! Help me!

Before, she thought it was the same name and surname, but she didn't expect him to be the deity, don't you!!!!

Don't blame Bing Ling'er for not suspecting that this is Mo Yan himself, because legend has it that Mo Yan has always been stuffy in his own mansion and will not easily appear in the eyes of everyone, let alone anyone who has been in contact with him! Legend has it that he likes men, whether you believe it or not, Bing Ling'er believes it anyway......

Oh, my God! Oh earth! Why don't you play me like this? Dead God, you wait!

"Are you kidding?"

Bing Ling'er didn't give up and wanted to confirm it, although she knew that it was impossible, but there was always a glimmer of hope in her heart, but the next moment......

"Do you think this son will be mistaken?"

"Possibly!"

Mo Yan: "......"

Mo Yan's words had completely shattered Bing Ling'er's last remaining glimmer of hope......

……

Mo Yan looked at those eyes, and suddenly remembered that person in his mind......

In the light starlight as mist, with lips as beautiful as cherry blossoms, and skin as delicate as porcelain, he looked at the paper quietly in a wheelchair, as if he was a beautiful boy like an elf.

The dream vanished instantly, and the cruel truth made his heart wring.

Black and shiny vertical hair, oblique and heroic sword eyebrows, slender and sharp black eyes, thin and lightly pursed lips, angular outlines, like an eagle in the night, cold and arrogant but full of grandeur, alone and independent exuding the strength of the world.

Bing Ling'er smiled indifferently, what does it matter to her, this person will never allow her to marry him, she can rest assured.

She walked out of the alley with a slight step, perhaps, to forget.

Buckle a song of the years, singing the cold mark of yesterday. I can no longer see the footprints of the past, nor can I look at the beginning when I came through. Only the sails of memory, numbly searching for altered routes, not knowing how to find a place to rest. The long phoenix song, how to sing the beautiful years.

"Have you forgotten that we have a marriage contract?"

Bing Ling'er, who was just about to leave, suddenly heard this earth-shattering thunderbolt, and her face was a little strange, this, as if she didn't know!