I Used to Love You

Luo Yun could not have imagined that Wu Xian was still alive.

Still living well.

"You..." She didn't know what to say for a moment, "you are a man or a ghost."

Wu Xian cold hum, "you still care what I am, you care about yourself first."

See Wu Xian take out a box full of mysterious symbols, open it, there are all knives!

Luo Yun was flustered, "what are you going to do? You... "

"Mother! What's going on? What do you have to do with her? " Xiao Sijin is also very afraid, questioning Luo Yun.

Wu Xian gently picked out, "I'm the biological mother of a Yan, the real lady Xiao who was forced away by your mother to show off."

"You two, really mother and daughter are little three lives!" Wu Xian looked at them darkly.

She approached step by step

"You have slapped a Yan in the face..."

"Your eyes are stolen by ah Yan..."

"Ah, and ah Yan's children..."

"Don't move. I'm not a professional surgeon. I don't care if I cut the wrong place..."

The sound insulation of the basement is very good. The sun is shining outside and the years are quiet.

Inside the door, a stream of women's screams.

The first cry for mercy, into the most neurotic instinctive shouting.

A Yan, you have been injured, I help you recover

After a long time, the screams subsided.

Luo Yun has no hands and feet, no longer the arrogance of the past.

Xiao Sijin was dug eyes, picked the uterus, but also realized the sin of Xiao se Yan.

"All done?"

Lin Kong's voice is still cold, such as spring water.

Even in the face of such a bloody scene, but also unchanged.

"Well, what are you going to do next?" Wu Xian thought he would reject, but he didn't have any reaction.

"Luo Yun sold it to the black market, and Xiao Sijin gave it to Cheng Wei." Lin Kong's face was gloomy, "if they were abandoned in the middle of the way, they would be rescued."

"There are always people who have different hobbies. There will always be people who accept them. They should be punished if they live, and there is a place for them in hell after death."

They have done bad things, and finally a pile of retribution on their own

But Lin Kong didn't feel happy at all.

He even felt, empty

If he did everything he could, would the bleak still not come back?

Or, she really can't come back

Now, he lives and mourns.

He didn't dare to die, even if one day, ah Yan would come to him.

Caught in the gap between life and death, he prayed vaguely that God could hear his heart.

I just want her to be good

Linkong closed his eyes wearily.

Something flowed through his eyelids like the tide, cold and oppressive.

He can open his eyes, in a flash, the world is blind.

His smoke will shine in his eyes.

She's much quieter, much thinner.

There is no Galaxy shining in the eyes, only a quiet lake, occasionally waving microwave.

She had a decent smile on the screen, next to the famous James.

"I'm Yanliang, a new western painter. I hope you can support my paintings more," she said

Lin Kong remembers that he once told himself about the dream of a Western painter.

She said that if one day she became famous, she must confess to her beloved.

In this way, people won't covet him.

He only smiles at her fondly.

I didn't expect that one day, she really realized her dream.

But only a few words of official decency were said.

Lin Kong sometimes thinks, is I changed her, or time changed us?

But why, his love for her, but always the same.

He will look at her as if they were eighteen years old. They love each other deeply and have no estrangement.