Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love

"March, you're so nice."

"I'm just treating you to a meal, don't show that expression," March Qi looked away and looked at Xing and Qingque who were talking and laughing under the parasol, with some tenderness in his eyes.

"I just don't want to see anyone sad, if that happens... the photo won't look good."

She raised the camera and smiled brightly.

Don't want to make people sad... An Ming thought of Liuying and Fu Xuan when he heard this. No matter what, continuing to hide it would hurt them.

He didn't want to lie, especially when facing a lover who had experienced life and death. Maybe there was nothing to hide.

Sincerity is the most important reconciler in love.

"Thank you, March."

"Then don't forget to treat us to a big meal next time~"

After paying the bill, March Qi patted An Ming's shoulder and walked back to the table with cheerful steps. Looking at her back, he seemed to forget those complicated thoughts.

Would such a person really cry?

An Ming unconsciously thought of strange things. San Yue Qi was actually a very strong girl. She still treated every day with tenderness even though she had lost all her memories of the past.

After returning to the dining table, Qing Que moved her chair and came to An Ming's side. She put the phone screen on his face with a serious face, and her other fair little hand began to type in front of him.

[Master Fu Xuan, I met a young master in Yali Luo-VI. What should I do next? ]

Click to send!

Qing Que looked at An Ming with an innocent look, "Master, you have no reason to say that I backstabbed you now." Her face was full of cuteness. This pleasing look made An Ming couldn't help but love Qing Que with the fifth level of violent blood.

"Master, eat the food!"

Qing Que had a sweet smile on her lips, and she was very considerate to help An Ming pick up a few chopsticks of food into the bowl.

An Ming's mouth twitched slightly. If this continued, it would not be eating food, but the feast could be started directly.

Xing stared at the two with a scrutinizing look, wondering: "What kind of disciple did you accept?"

Is this disciple really a proper "disciple"? Besides, when did An Ming go to Xianzhou to accept a disciple? It can't be that he accepted a disciple after beating Qingque on the Diyuan Qiongyu app.

"Master, he makes me serve tea and water, wash clothes and mop the floor every day, and even warm the bed with my body..." Qingque smiled and was hit by An Ming's fist before she finished speaking.

Qingque puffed up her mouth and raised the screen of her mobile phone, which clearly read the message sent by Fu Xuan [Qingque, go and tie him back for me, dead or alive].

"Master, I've shown it to you, you must cooperate with me later."

Qingque completely realized that playing with open cards is the attitude that masters should have when playing cards. A master like her is just mediating between Fu Xuan and An Ming.

Oh my God, she is simply General Luofu!

Even if Jing Yuan came, he couldn't solve the Shura field as perfectly as she did, right? According to Qing Que, the position of general of Luofu belongs to her!

At this time, Qing Que's mobile phone seemed to have turned into a royal sword, and it could turn into a Qiongguan formation at any time to smash down fiercely.

"You Xianzhou people, do you have to chat on your mobile phone when you are face to face?" San Yueqi looked at An Ming and Qing Que with a puzzled look, and then turned to look at Dan Heng with an inquiring look.

Dan Heng shook his head silently, indicating that he couldn't bear to watch.

Qing Que was embarrassed to eat the dishes, and his little feet under the table touched An Ming, meaning that he should think about how to deal with Master Fu Xuan quickly.

As the saying goes, don't be afraid of difficulties. Turn one person's difficulties into two people's difficulties, so that it is not a difficulty.

"Master, this is a gamble."

"I lost miserably, my disciple."

An Ming felt that his eyes were dark, and he could not see any hope in the future. He would either die in the burning sea of ​​Yingbao or be killed by the Qiongguan formation.

I just hope that the third girl in my dream won't appear at this time, otherwise I will really become a prisoner.

After finishing this meal, An Ming's heart was half cold, and he was one step closer to being buried.

Goethe Hotel.

"Single room, good!" Sanyueqi pointed his camera at the hotel and took a picture as a souvenir and asked, "There is still a lot of time before night, do you want to go around?"

"I agree!"

Xing leaned against the trash can and rubbed her hands, her face full of impatience. Today she will become the only trash can king of Beloberg!

"I have heatstroke, I will go back to the hotel to rest in advance."

An Ming was still holding the special dishes that he had packed before leaving. Although he said that he was not full and planned to buy them back as a midnight snack, it still aroused Qingque's strong suspicion.

Qingque smiled meaningfully, "Then, I won't bother you, Master."

An Ming watched Qingque smile and follow Sanyueqi and Xing's trash can team out of sight. He couldn't help but wonder why his apprenticeMy brother is so easy to deal with.

Dan Heng next to him raised his notebook, "The symptoms of heat stroke are dizziness, chest tightness, and palpitations," and then entered the hotel first.

An Ming realized the meaning later, and it turned out that he was saying that his skills in pretending to have heat stroke were too poor.

Damn, normal people would not have heat stroke in this icy and snowy place.

But at least I can get away to see Yingbao. As for tomorrow's meeting, I don't really care. No matter what Cocolia says, the ending will not change anyway.

Wait to be stabbed by Stephen Chow's flaming spear!

Firefly: [Room 601]

Firefly's dog: [Come right in, Yingbao]

When An Ming arrived at the door of Room 601, he suddenly noticed a subtle ambiguity. When he reached out to knock on the door, he found that the door was not locked and could be pushed open easily.

A pair of small hands slowly covered An Ming's eyes from behind, and the hot and humid breath hit his ears. A familiar voice came, "Guess who I am?"

"It must be March, no, it's Xing, let me think again, it should be Uncle Yang!"

"I'm going to be angry!"

"Yingbao, I was wrong."

An Ming apologized at the speed of light. When his hands fell, he saw Liu Ying with a puffy face. He smiled and wanted to hold the little hand, but was quickly dodged.

Liu Ying turned around angrily. After a few minutes, he saw An Ming standing there obediently and couldn't help laughing, "As a punishment for not guessing, you choose one."

"Uh, that option-"

"Hmm..."

Before An Ming finished speaking, he was pressed against the wardrobe by Liu Ying, and his cherry-colored lips were slightly sweet.

He could only see Liu Ying's beautiful eyes like the glow of the sunset, as if she was telling the most touching love words. For a moment, he almost lost his grip on the packing box in his hand.

The other hand embraced Liuying's waist, responding to her passionate kiss.

Creaking... It was far from a noticeable sound, more like the sound of the wind blowing the door, not to mention that no one would pay attention to it in this situation.

When the two ended this long kiss, the door had already closed tightly.