Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"Click -"

When ye Qingcheng's heart was half cold, the dark groove suddenly made a slight sound. Then, the lock of the dark groove opened, and the door slightly opened a small gap.

The dust fell and was flying.

Ye Qingcheng was stunned. Unexpectedly... Did he really open it?

Ma Zai and others were also stunned. Unexpectedly, the door opened because of Ye Qingcheng's blood.

Ye Qingcheng stretched out his hand and pushed the heavy wooden door forward

"Squeak --"

The wooden door made a fine sound, and the dust in it was floating and dark. With the opening of the door, the light in it was slightly sufficient.

After opening half the door, ye Qingcheng saw a small hall inside, but in the middle of the roof, a large python with dark patterns hung down and directed at the door.

But some dust fell on the snake, and ye Qingcheng knew that the snake was dead.

Python's eyes looked straight at the door, which really startled them.

The horse wants to stop Ye Qingcheng's action, but ye Qingcheng has pushed the door open and walked in

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The sky was slightly white, mixed with light blue. The aftertaste of the rising sun dyed half of the sky a layer of dark scarlet.

"Crash --"

The tall Indus trees were swaying in the early morning wind, and the pool in front of the villa was full of a deep orange color.

The dense scarlet wild roses grow wantonly.

In that villa, the white curtains were slightly lowered. Inside, there was a layer of early sun shrouded in a slightly light color.

Several maids inside were busy, changing cold towels.

The man on the big bed had a deep and sharp face, his face was a little pale, the pillow had been changed, and the blood on his face had been wiped clean.

He lay there with his eyes closed, like a distant light that no one could touch.

Slightly short hair clean.

Lying on the bed, Dongfang Shijin seems to have stepped into a hazy dream. There are layers of fog and high branches. The ground is full of dense green moss. When stepping down, it is soft

The air seemed damp.

On the high branch of a tree in the distance, there was a woman. Her face was a little fuzzy. Her long white skirt fell like fog. Half of her long hair was close to her chest and half behind her

Long wavy hair.

He approached slowly. There was cool fishy and salty in the air, mixed with the smell of vegetation.

"Qingcheng?" when he walked over, he found that she was sitting on the high branch of a tree, her slender legs hanging down slightly, bare feet.

The flexibility and freshness of Forest Elves.

She sat on the thick branch of a tree with thick green leaves on her head.

The surrounding fog surged, invisible and invisible.

**********************************************There is a very important sentence in this dream. Guess which one~~~**************************************************************************