The national male god is fierce and strong

Chapter 1229 It seems that someone is calling her?

Master Qin slowly squeezed his glass of wine.

In other words, I don't know what this wine is made of.

The taste is almost the same as that on earth.

The man's posture was cold and indifferent, but the ring between his fingers suddenly flashed a light red light.

Qin Zong paused slightly.

I thought I was wrong.

He stared intently at the ring between his fingers with a pair of deep and phoenix eyes, the bottom of his dark eyes seemed to be a bottomless pit, not even a ray of light could penetrate.

After waiting for a long time, I never saw the ring light up again.

Qin Zong's thin lips were slightly pursed, and there was a hint of doubt between his brows and eyes.

The man took off the ring.

The slender jade-like fingers gently pinched the silver ring and shook it on the fingertips.

The eyes are deep.

It's just that the ring was quiet, as if the red light just now was his illusion.

Seeing that Qin Zong hadn't moved for a long time, Lian Feng raised his eyes, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Qin Zong put the ring back on again, looked sideways, and glanced at the street outside with his phoenix eyes.

Casually, he saw a slender figure like jade.

There were few people on the street, and the boy had one hand in his pocket.

White clothes and black trousers, under the sun, his posture is loose but romantic.

The figure from the back is extremely familiar, but also a little strange.

The man seemed to be hit by something, his eyes were dazed, and he stared at the white-clothed boy who had walked a long way away.

In the next second, the long legs moved, and the tall and handsome figure flew across the air and turned out of the window.

Throughout the whole process, the man's movements were crisp, neat, and handsome.

It caused the eyes of the waiter sitting in the corner to shine brightly.

Qin Zong jumped down from the second floor and went straight along the street.

The moment he landed, the boy's figure had already mixed with the group of people and disappeared around the corner.

Qin Zong's lonely and cold handsome face was tense, and his usually elegant and dignified movements showed a rare haste and urgency at this moment.

Her thin lips were tightly pressed, and her pupils were terribly dark in color.

With a light tap of his right foot on the ground, he flew out in the next second and stood at the corner.

Where can I see the figure of a young man?

On the left and right sides, there was no movement.

Qin Zong walked along the street and the way out of the corner.

There was no one to be seen.

"Yantao..."

The man's thin lips trembled, and he uttered a name very softly.

The tone is extremely gentle and soft.

But in it, there is also the loss and frustration that seems to have missed everything.

More deep thoughts and regrets.

Just short of that.

The man leaned against the wall of the alleyway, forgetting about his cleanliness, squatting down very slowly, fingers still unconsciously stroking the ring between his fingers.

The moment he lowered his head, the ring on his finger lit up again before he saw it.

The red light is pointing to the right direction.

"Yantao..."

The voice that seemed to be very nostalgic seemed to fall out of thin air.

Just two short words.

But it seems to contain many complex emotions.

Missing, regret, pain... even blame...

The young man who was walking leisurely stopped suddenly and turned around involuntarily.

Peach Blossom Eyes slightly raised, to see.

The people following him didn't know what the Patriarch was looking at, but they automatically moved away to make room for the Patriarch.

The street behind them was empty, and there were still messy footprints on the ground that they walked over just now.

The young man pursed his lips slightly, and frowned like an ancient painting.

In that alleyway, only raindrops pierced the eaves and fell into water droplets, making a crisp sound of water falling.

(End of this chapter)