Chapter 498 The most important thing is that the world cannot be kept, the red face is the mirror and the flowers are the trees (54)

He asked sadly and persistently, "Is that true?"

Ke Changqing looked at Wen Xien sadly, but saw Wen Xien's mouth move twice. Ke Changqing's eyes didn't blink and argued her mouth.

--"after all."

"Shemale men's path."

Ke Changqing lowered his head and his broad shoulders collapsed. Wen Xien thought he had given up, but Ke Changqing suddenly burst out.

Before Wen Xien could react, he rushed to her, locked Wen Xien's body with his arms, and his lips tightly attached to Wen Xien.

Even at this moment, Wen Xien was not panicked. Her pupils shrank after she tasted the bloody smell in her mouth.

Ke Changqing seemed to be unable to hear the sound in his ears, staring at Wen Xien's face with blood red eyes, and spreading the demon pill into her mouth.

The sky, which was originally a black crow, suddenly gust of wind blew, as dark as a ball of rustling ink, like a pair of big hands, pulling Ke Changqing.

Ke Changqing frowned, his eyes were sharp, and he hugged Wen Xien tightly, but he was still pulled by that, and the two of them separated their lips, and a dazzling pure blue light burst out between their lips.

Ke Changqing struggled with a ferocious face, unwilling to leave. The blue round in the center of the light wandered between the two, but he didn't expect Ke Changqing to grab Wen Xien's arms and was really trying hard, but he still didn't separate completely.

Ke Changqing just like an iron net, covering Wen Xien under his body without being shaken at all.

The black hurricane pulled Ke Changqing, and the trees around him were shaken, almost falling to the ground. After the last pull, he finally pulled Ke Changqing away from Wen Xien. The blue round suddenly collapsed and penetrated into the mouths of the two people in two parts.

Wen Xien immediately wanted to lure the demon pill out, but found that the demon pill seemed to melt in her body and could not be lureed out at all.

"I'm going to die. If you don't make me happy, then I won't make you happy..." Ke Changqing's eyes became thicker and darker, and the precipitated gray fluff rolled into a ball, burning and splashing with sparks.

He nodded and smiled, his chest roared with numbness like a moth flapping its wings, but his tone was simple like a child: "This is a punishment, who told you to hate me?"

"Jing Chen." Ke Changqing's low smile stopped abruptly, and the red eyes were filled with sick paranoia and stabbed Wen Xien.

"I want you to never forget me in this life... for generations..."

Ke Changqing glared at Wen Xien with gritted teeth, and his anger was filled with paper wrapping, and he collapsed with a blow. He was sour, fragile, unwilling to bubble and flow, and he was dripping straight.

In Wen Xien's slightly stunned gaze, Wen Xien watched Ke Changqing's happy smile with his own eyes, but his eyelashes were as sad as a heavy rain, soaked and sore, like broken glass, split into pieces and turned into pieces.

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After the most lively hour, the fish-like crowd gradually dispersed, and they were still wandering on the streets in pairs.

During this, Yue Yang's upright figure became more and more conspicuous.

He stood at the end of the alley and watched Wen Xien walk towards him with a gloomy face. His handsome face was now stained with frost, as if he was brewing anger.

He stared at Wen Xien with his eyes, clearly trying to seek punishment. However, when Yu Guang swept Wen Xien's pale face, he narrowed his eyes and identified the formation, and said coldly: "Where have you been? Do you know how long I have been looking for you! How long have I been waiting! I said, why don't you know the way of human relationships at all!"

Wen Xien had long been accustomed to Yue Yang's mean words and did not take them to heart, so Wen Xien said directly: "The murderer is dead, and there is nothing wrong in Lanzhou."

Yue Yang's pupils shrank, not understanding why the murderer died suddenly. In such a short time, but when he saw Wen Xien's pale face, he turned into something.

"You're okay, monk, you don't look very good."

I don’t know if it was Yue Yang’s illusion, but he always felt that the monk looked weak and couldn’t help but feel nervous.

He said in a hurry: "Monster, are you injured?"

Faced with Yue Yang's worries, Wen Xien's chest became more and more stuffy, and his ears were buzzing with a dizzy tremor.

The pale lips were pursed tighter and tighter, "Nothing happened."

As he said that, Wen Xien turned around and was about to leave. Yue Yang hurriedly blocked Wen Xien, "Where are you going?"

Wen Xien lowered his eyelashes and said, "Go back to Yonghe'an."

Yue Yang's expression was slightly distorted, and his eyes burst out with anger: "It's so late now that I can't even see the road clearly! Why do you go back to Yonghe'an?!"

Although Yue Yang was forced on the surface, he was panicked inside. He did not expect that the monk would leave so soon. He was not prepared at all, so he subconsciously stopped him.

Wen Xien really didn't know why Yue Yang was so angry, and he didn't want to know.

“Get out of here.”

Two cold words.

Yue Yang looked at Wen Xien in disbelief, as if he didn't expect the monk to refute him with such cold words. His fingers spasm and bent, and he laughed in anger. He bent his lips in horror. He looked at her and said, "Okay! If you die halfway, don't remind me of you."

Yue Yang regretted it as soon as he said it. Logically speaking, he should have thanked the monk, but he was really... really unwilling to accept it.

But before Yue Yang apologized, Wen Xien heard his words and even left without even stopping.

Yue Yang's face was already ashen. He didn't expect that things would not develop as he expected.

——

Her appearance is different from anyone the little fox has seen before. She reveals a cold breath between her eyebrows and eyes. Her rare light-colored pupils make the person being looked at for no reason feel calm and indifferent.

The monk sitting cross-legged on the cushion knocked on the wooden fish, his fingers slightly bent, snow-white and slender, without any flaws, and was the most perfect pair of hands the little fox had ever seen.

She was wearing a snow-white cassock and closed her eyes. Just when she stood there, she felt an unattainable feeling, standing proudly on the branches like a trumpet flower, and was born to attract attention on the altar.

It was strange that Ke Changqing was not very familiar with this face. He only knew that he had fallen down from the cliff, and he didn't remember what happened next, as if he was covered with a layer of white mist.

But when he saw this monk, Ke Changqing felt uncomfortable and depressed, as if he couldn't breathe.

Pure dust, pure dust, pure dust...

There was a strange voice echoing in my ears, hoarse and desperate.

The only obsession was like a sharp weapon that kept poking the heart, and blood gushed out into a scab, which pierced the scab and pierced the wound again.

Ke Changqing approached the monk and reached out to touch her face. Only then did Ke Changqing realize that his hands were trembling violently.

Before he could meet the monk, the monk gradually became transparent. Ke Changqing's expression could not be controlled and distorted, and he subconsciously tried to keep him: "Don't leave!"

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