The Empire's Mr.Jun Is Playing The Villain Again

When Nanrong Huai'an said this sentence, his voice was hoarse and he could not speak, and his tone was full of trills.

At this time, no one knows how much pain he has to suppress before he can make a sound.

His eyes were red, as if to shed blood and shed tears.

Nanrong Huai'an eyes are wet, throat rolling, with a choking tone.

His Sophie, the one he loves, wishes he could just hold it like this and hold it all the time.

Look like this, keep looking.

From the fusion of memories, from knowing those memories of the demon age, he immediately came.

He didn't care about anything and wanted to see Sophie.

At that moment, he just wanted to see her.

After seeing her, I wish I could melt her into the blood.

Even a kiss is not enough. He wants to prove his love in a more intense and profound way.

To express his love.

And he also has a deep sense of insecurity, just want to use the most primitive way to feel the true love.

He wanted to really feel that Feng Sufei also loved him and did not leave him.

Nanrong Huai'an also knows that this time he loves too much and is tired of wind.

But he couldn't control his inner feelings.

All the memories came in, and he was too painful and too scared.

Had it not been for knowing that Sophie's soul was still alive in this world, he might have killed himself.

At the beginning of eliminating the demon bone, but also in order to enter the samsara, find his Sophie.

It's also to treat Sophie well.

But in this life, he almost lost Sophie and hurt Sophie.

At the thought of those past, Nanrong Huaian would like to stab himself.

Nanrong Huai'an had to use a lot of self-control to control his emotions and not to let him cry.

It is said that men do not shed tears because they have not reached the sad place.

He always thought that he was a person with peace of mind, but only he knew that when he met Sophie, all his emotions moved for her.

Nanrong Huai'an was shivering all over his body. After a long time, he took a deep breath, then gently lifted Feng Sufei to the bathroom and gently cleaned her.

Nanrong Huai'an's movements are very light, as if they are treating treasures.

When cleaning Feng Sufei, Nan Rong Huai'an can't help kissing Feng Sufei's eyebrows and eyes and her skin.

After scrubbing and cleaning Feng Sufei, she went to bed again, and Nan Rong Huai'an sighed with satisfaction.

When Nanrong Huai'an holds Feng Sufei, it is a kind of domineering posture. It is almost the same that she encircles Feng Sufei.

Nanrong Huai'an is holding the wind at this time, the spirit can be better.

But he was reluctant to close his eyes, he looked at the wind so seriously, as if how can not see enough.

And Feng Sufei is really tired and sleeps heavily.

When she was asleep, she went into a mist.

She heard a voice in front of her, and then walked with the light, through the fog, she came to a world of birds and flowers.

There are a lot of people here, wearing ancient clothes.

She seemed to hear someone shouting, "Sophie, Sophie..."

Listening to the sound, she couldn't help but go on. Then she saw a wooden house in the valley. There were trees and grass in front of the wooden house, and there was a small river. The scenery was very beautiful.

Then she saw a woman who looked like her, about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing an orange dress and carrying a basket.

The woman did not walk far away and saw a faint man on the lower bank of the river.

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