It's been a week since Yan Lie returned to the Dark Netherworld Sect this time. He didn't know how the week had been, dealing with the affairs of the sect every day, listening to the reports of his subordinates and the intelligence of the secret agents, and ordering them to move next. In the past, he liked this, he liked to calculate, he liked to fight with people who were very scheming in the city, he felt that this was the only way to have a sense of meaning, and it was also very interesting, so that those losers were afraid of him, sneered and watched them regret their failures, and then commit suicide with guilt. Anyway, there are so many wicked people in the world, what does it matter if you die, anyway, living is also defiling the world. He will carefully design step by step, and then devour other people's qiē one bite at a time. Day after day, year after year, in fact, this is the way to live a lifetime, what's the difference.

However, all that day was different, he fell from the sky and smashed on him, he cooled himself in the stream, but he was destroyed by this sudden person who destroyed his necessary meditation every day, and so many years of regular life were destroyed. He caught him, just a glance, he was a little intoxicated, what a face this was, he was lost for a moment, but quickly came back to his senses, a little annoyed. Looking at this person who seems to be asleep or unconscious, he wants to destroy the person who makes him at a loss, how can he stay, it is a flaw to keep it, the master said, if there is a flaw, there is a weakness.

The man slept in his arms half-leaning on his arms, one hand around his waist, and the other hand on the beautiful neck, and when his slender and graceful hand covered the equally slender white neck, he was a little unprovoked. He thought, maybe it was just some nostalgia for the fusion of beautiful things, and slowly tightened his hand, and the sleeping man's brow furrowed. Just this wrinkle, he didn't have any killing intent. The hand around the man's neck slowly changed and caressed his beautiful face. He kissed his lips lightly like cherries. A feeling that he had never felt before swept through his body and mind, but he didn't dare to be too nostalgic, maybe because he was afraid of disturbing the person in his arms, or maybe he wanted to stick to his bottom line.

"Since I didn't kill you, it doesn't mean I'll save you. He slowly let go of the hand that was encircling the waist of the man in his arms, and the violent stream wrapped around the man's body, rushing downstream, downstream, the river. Seeing that the person who was still encircled in his arms broke away from him, and before he had time to taste the warmth in his arms, the stream was cold and exciting. Somewhat overwhelmed, he grabbed the hem of the man who had been swept away, but let go.

Later, he continued to return to his sub-site to deal with matters and track them down. However, what about the providence of heaven, he still met that person, and he couldn't forget the face of the person who had been encircled in his arms, and he might never forget it for the rest of his life, and there were beautiful things that he could remember. He heard the man singing, and saw his elated appearance, which turned out to be more charming than the sleeping him. He asked people to keep him, but the man refused, just that, he must have his own ideas, he didn't want to control him like others. Fate has its own destiny, and later, we still met......

That day of parting, Traceless cut off his hair and wrapped it around his hair, entangled his red hair, that red hair, will burn people. He wanted to stop it, but he found that he didn't hurt the red hair in any way, even the master wouldn't touch his red hair, but he could touch it without a trace. However, he had his own pride, he didn't want to lower his innate pride for him, he thought that Traceless would try to persuade him to stay, how could he stay. But what surprised him was that Traceless did not let him stay, but let him fly, what did this person think. Why can you always pinch your weaknesses and find out your flaws and weaknesses? He never asks about his background or probes into his secrets, and even if he is suspicious, it is understandable. He won't be greedy for himself and force himself to keep himself, he will give himself enough space, is this considered trust?

Obviously he is a useless person, why do he always let himself worry about his stomach, it seems that nothing is the same, yes, his heart can't control it. Back in the church, he always thinks unconsciously every day, and suddenly feels that the things in the church are so boring, and being with him is really interesting, the corners of his mouth are unconsciously raised, and occasionally he is seen by the disciples, all of them are stunned, and he finds that he will immediately raise the corners of his mouth, laughing at himself for not talking.

When you take care of things yourself, go to him, I'm tired of being here, and I'm still trapped myself all these years. The master's death day is approaching, and when I think of the master, hatred swells up in my heart again. People who have carefully taught themselves since childhood have died unexplained, how can they let those people live freely. Nowadays, the waves of the rivers and lakes are rolling, and some things have to slowly surface, if they find clues and involve them out, they will definitely be worse off than dead.

"Brother Yanlie, Brother Yanlie-" glanced up, it was the only daughter left by the master, his own junior sister. Dye the rain.

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