All evildoers are black-bellied: Out of print Concubine Diao

Wuyou Island covers a large area, which is not comparable to a city. The edge of the naturally formed river is covered with lush plants of all kinds. The green mountains and green waters reflect the water, which is like an indescribable fairyland on earth, and the most beautiful and illusory thing is the man standing with his hands behind his back, holding a jade flute.

Dressed in luxurious silkworm brocade, the white and smooth color blends with the long hair that hangs down his waist. He closed his eyes and nodded, the soft sunlight gently sprinkled on his beautiful face, but it couldn't melt him away. The frost on his face could not warm the heart that sank into the cold pool and died.

How can one believe in ghosts and gods, but now he has to believe it...

Zhuge Mingzhu may be Zhuge Mingzhu, but it can't be his Ayin, that naughty and tricky girl, who loves to laugh and make trouble, dares to love, dares to hate, no matter how big the trouble is, maybe she is just with you Just act like a spoiled child, and you can give her the whole world.

There are thousands of precious things in the world, but none of them can compare to her hair or smile.

But the person he carefully cherished disappeared forever in this world. No matter how scheming and powerful he was, he would not be able to fight against the sky, and he would never be able to get back that ray of soul.

He can imprison Zhuge Mingzhu, or use her as a sculpture to relieve the pain of lovesickness, but he can't lie to his heart. He knows how stingy his Ayin is, and he will be unhappy. No one is considered a substitute.

A Yin, his A Yin, there is no one in the world who can replace him...

Every day he lives now is superfluous. Sunrise and sunset, he guards this worry-free island built for her. He can only grow old slowly, but he is cowardly and dare not die. , afraid that maybe one day, she will come back, afraid that she will bear the pain she has suffered.

"Jing Chen." Seeing the back of that person from a distance, Qi Yin happily ran towards the white shadow, her pretty face was flushed red, and it was extraordinarily tender and alluring under the light, Xiao Jing Chen heard a familiar voice , her body was slightly stiff, she turned around and stared blankly at Qiyin who had rushed into her arms, her hand stopped in mid-air, but she never dropped it.

"Jingchen?" Seeing that he didn't respond, Qiyin raised his head and looked into his eyes fixedly. There was struggle rolling in those deep eyes. His pursed lips opened slightly, and he asked cautiously, afraid of the dream. Broken, "Ayin..."

Is it Ah Yin...

Is it really Ah Yin...

"Jingchen, I'm Ayin, I'm Ayin." Qiyin nodded heavily with sour eyes, and hugged him tightly again, absorbing the familiar and calming scent.

"Ayin, I finally waited for you to come back." Xiao Jingchen closed his eyes, resisting the violent roiling emotions in his chest, and drew his arms inch by inch, as if he wanted to rub her into his own flesh and blood, and never give her back again. The slightest chance of disappearing from his eyes!

"Don't leave again, never leave again, okay, Ayin."

"No, never again." Qiyin raised her chin, smiled through tears, all the soft light scattered in her eyes looking at him, "Jingchen, why can you tell us apart."

"Silly girl, if you can't even tell who you love, how can you have the right to love you?" Since she woke up, he felt strange, but he didn't think about it deeply, but for several days, that strong The feeling grew wildly, and when he was born with a chill, Zhuge Mingzhu told him everything in a panic,