The Evil King Xun Fei: Don't mess with the femme fatale

And he is just like the Wenya Fengyi back then, dressed in a light blue dress, light silk cape, black hair partly draped, lips like vermilion, eyes like cold stars, just staring quietly like this has already taken away thousands of brilliance in her world .

The wind blows the blue hair, and the blurred vision of shadows and shadows. On this cool night, separated by the sparkling water, the four eyes finally passed through the barriers of the past and the present. The peerless man overlapped with the smiling and staring man in front of him, like smoke like a dream, like a flower like mist.

They looked for their own appearance in each other's eyes, their distant eyes penetrated the quiet time, joys and sorrows, deep friendship, the same nostalgia, the same complicated and difficult to understand, finally stopped quietly, frozen in this place where the truth suddenly flew time.

The bright moon in the sky reflected the intertwined gazes of the two, Lin Qingran looked at him, that gaze was lingering that Yun Zheng had never seen before, he couldn't even describe it in words, like a traveler in the desert looking up at a vast oasis in a mirage , like an abandoned child looking at his parents who suddenly appeared in the distance, so unbelievable, so joyful, so reluctant to look away, longing, expecting extravagantly, but contradictory.

Time seemed to have stopped at this moment. After a while, Lin Qingran trembled her lips, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just opened her lips and swallowed nothing. She only curled her lips slightly, forming a beautiful arc. Little by little, the lines rise up, spread, almost broken, and finally condense into a touching smile, but the smile has not spread to the bottom of the eyes, two lines of crystal teardrops meander on the white jade flawless face, along the way. Seeing that trembling smile, line by line rolled down, and there was a sad vicissitudes of life between the brows.

With tears in her smile, she ran wildly. In the past and present, he had always approached her step by step with difficulty. This time, she let her run towards him.

The girl's pace was so hasty, as if she was a second behind, and the lonely figure in front of her would disappear.

The man with cold eyes and fluttering clothes looked pitifully at the enthusiasm emerging from the indifferent girl, seeing her huge hem flying up because of her running, slowly opened his arms, and greeted him. The girl who lit the bonfire of his life.

He has two lives and two lives, and he doesn't ask for much, he only wishes to have her in his arms, and watch her run towards him through the winding corridors.

However, Lin Qingran stopped when she was ten feet away, and stood there panting, amidst tears and laughter, staring at the man who only had eyes for herself from the past to the present, everything was as beautiful as a dream, the slightest There is no sense of reality.

A trace of fear arose in Lin Qingran's heart, fearing that the man who was as light as a cloud would disappear in the next moment, she threw herself on him recklessly, and hugged him tightly, as if she would never let go until she died. She was suddenly covered with a layer of warmth, and the big hand with well-defined bones held her firmly.

In the moonlight and clear wind, she looked up at her, the water was rippling, at this moment, they were so close, so close that they could smell each other's breath, feel each other's heartbeat, and looked at him with big black eyes, as if To see every bit of him clearly.

Tears overflowed on her face, so violently, so heartily, it seemed that the tears hidden in her heart for two lifetimes flowed cleanly at this moment, his big hand was on her thin back, gently patting her, as if coaxing her young children.

After an unknown amount of time, she couldn't help stretching out her slightly trembling hand to touch his face, never missing every inch.