Song Wushuang?

The beauty in her arms looked at the man holding her with bright eyes, as if she couldn't absorb this shocking news for a while, he turned out to be the famous world's first son Song Wushuang?

The man turned his back to Wu Qingya and curled the corners of his mouth, then turned to look at her.

Looking at each other, Wu Qingya's body was extremely cold, she originally hoped that she had heard it wrong, and she also hoped that it was just a person with a back that looked like him, but who knows... It's clearly him!

Wu Qingya hid her hands under her sleeves and clenched her fists again, "Don't you have anything to say to me?"

The man put his hand on the chin of the woman in his arms and teased, Wu Qingya took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down, but damn her eyes kept on his hand, she was really worried that she would beat the fighting spirit if she was not careful.

"It turns out that your trust in 'me' is only that. Mockery and disdain filled his eyes and tone.

Wu Qingya took out the Nether Staff from the space and pointed it at him, "You are not Song Wushuang, who are you, why are you impersonating him!"

Although he tried his best to disguise Song Wushuang's voice, and even fake it, she could just conclude that he was not Song Wushuang, and that kind of expression would never appear on Song Wushuang's body.

She must have been carried away by anger just now, but at least he was right in one sentence, her trust in Song Wushuang should definitely not be just there.

The woman in her arms glanced at the man holding her again, it turned out that it was not a peerless son~

The loss and disappointment in her eyes did not escape the man's eyes, and his body instantly exuded a demonic aura and grabbed the woman's neck, and before the other party could scream, he had already lost his breath with a 'card rub', and was thrown to the ground by his disgusted hand.

"You..." Wu Qingya didn't expect him to make such an abrupt move, without any warning.

And the incense soul that had disappeared must have not been able to understand why the person who was still in his arms suddenly changed his face and put people to death.

"If she dares to show a look of disappointment when she hears that I am not Ge Wushuang, she should die!" The man spoke again, but it was no longer Ge Wushuang's voice, Wu Qingya knew that this was the voice that really belonged to this man, but what was the matter with that appearance? Is it Yi Rong?

How can there be such a person who is so arrogant and arrogant? The dance is elegant, his eyes flash, or should he say how can anyone hate Song Wushuang to such an extent?

"Who are you, and why are you pretending to be Song Wushuang?"

"Ha~ I pretended to be Ge Wushuang?" The man sneered disdainfully, "I never said that I was Ge Wushuang, it seems that from the moment the girl came uninvited, you thought I was the person you met, right?"

Wu Qingya was speechless, thinking back to everything about Fang Cai, it seemed that he was indeed reckless and was accused of uninvited harassment.

"But why do you want to look like a song peerless?" Wu Qingya narrowed her eyes, this is not her slandering him, right?

The man glanced at her and was about to turn around and sit down, when he saw the corpse on the ground snap his fingers, and soon someone came in to clean it up.

"Whew~ This kind of air is fresh~" The man closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he was surrounded by flowers.

But the look on Wu Qingya's face was the opposite of his, she didn't ignore the man's fleeting disgust when he heard her question, he closed his eyes and pretended to breathe because the hatred in his eyes was too great to hide.

In this way, it is definitely impossible for someone who hates Song Wushuang so much to look like him, so there is only one possibility, that is, he looks exactly like Song Wushuang!

"What is the relationship between you and Wushuang?" This man must have deliberately led her here, otherwise why would he pretend to be Song Wushuang's voice before, it was precisely because it was too noisy outside at that time that she didn't recognize it clearly for a while, maybe she really missed him too much, and a sour feeling flowed through her heart.

The man opened his eyes and clapped his hands, "The dancing girl is really smart and clever to guess so quickly." ”

"You really know me, what is the purpose of bringing me here?" Wu Qingya narrowed her eyes and looked at him vigilantly.

The man finally sat down, crossed Erlang's legs and clubbed his elbows on his knees, dragged his chin with the back of his hands, and looked at her with a smile that he was very interested in Wu Qingya, but he didn't say a word.

Wu Qingya only felt a chill in her back, even when she faced the Demon Lord, she had never felt like this. Facing the Demon Lord, at most, is facing the feeling of evil and darkness, and the big deal is that it is a hard battle. But facing the man in front of him is obviously facing the feeling of the unknown, and obviously the latter is more terrifying, because the unknown is terrifying!

There is only one reason why people who are born exactly the same, and that is that they are twins, but why did Song Wushuang never mention it to himself? Or did he not even know about Wushuang himself?

If it is really a twin, the man in front of him and Ge Wushuang are obviously a stark contrast, one light and one dark, one white and one black, one good and one evil, one good and one evil!

Wu Qingya's eyes changed suddenly, if Wushuang didn't know about the existence of this twin, but the other party knew everything about it, and at the same time the other party was so resentful of Wushuang, what did this mean?

Thinking that Ge Wushuang had not heard from him recently, Wu Qingya suddenly felt that all this must be related to this man.

Seeing Wu Qingya's expression changing again and again, the man hooked the corners of his mouth, and his thin lips smiled affectionately, "It seems that the dancing girl has figured out a lot of things in just a few moments, but she just lacks a proof." ”

"It doesn't matter if you say it or not, I believe in myself. ”

Wu Qingya's gaze flashed from his lips, and then he looked at his lips motionlessly, only to realize that he was different from Wushuang's lips, not only because his lips were cold and thin, but more importantly, his lips/color.

Ge Wushuang's lips/color is the seductive color of pink, and the lip color of the man in front of him has a faint eggplant purple, an abnormal sick color.

"Hehe~ Don't stare at my lips like this, the girl's family staring at a man's lips so unscrupulously will make me think about it. ”

Wu Qingya was slightly stunned, secretly blaming herself for her carelessness. Soon a faint flush flew on his face, although it was very shallow, it was still easy to find.

This look fell on the man's eyes, but it was a different feeling. A ruthless person who stood in the cold wind and watched the blood/light flood under Sunset City could also have the shame of a little girl, Wu Qingya seemed to be more than what he had heard, how many sides did you have? Or did your gentle side only show up in front of Song Wushuang?

Thinking of this, the man's heart was pierced by a sword, he was jealous, damn crazy jealousy, how could Ge Wushuang have this, he was going to tear up, tear everything from him, take away everything that belonged to him!