Ye Yan's red figure, like the setting sun, flashed past the eyeballs.
"who!"
Feng Ling shouted vigilantly.
Follow the sound, follow the afterimage and look over.
Then she saw the girl she hated the most, wearing a long red dress, standing gracefully on the branch against the light that shone through the gap.
The red clothes are light and the blue is flying.
The young girl's face is like a peach blossom, her beauty is alluring.
In particular, those charming eyes that seem to carry thousands of assimilations are filled with countless coquettish colors.
Fengling has always known that the night is beautiful.
Moreover, that kind of beauty is thrilling and dare not be desecrated.
But every time I see the night clearing down.
She still couldn't help being overwhelmed by Ye Qingluo's suffocating charm.
especially now...
See such beauty.
she just felt...
The never-ending hatred spreads in the heart.
Because of Ye Qingluo... just because of Ye Qingluo, she became what she is now!
Feng Ling's hatred was not concealed.
The hated person frivolously raised his pink lips, calmly met those eyes full of hatred, and smiled slightly: "What a coincidence, I didn't expect to see you here."
Squatting, Ye Qingluo tilted his head, his long and narrow eyes became more profound and evil because of this movement: "Should we say that we are destined for each other, or should we say that we are... Enemies with a narrow road?"
Feng Ling's whole body was tense, and the two eyes under the black veil stared fiercely at Ye Qingluo.
The hoarse and sharp voice seemed to be driven by sawtooth, harsh: "You really didn't leave! Good, very good! Since you insist on coming back to die, I will make you... never leave here!"
Feng Ling clenched his fists with both hands, his face was ferocious.
The hand she held at her waist was tense due to emotional excitement.
The black robe was pulled away, revealing a trace of skin.
Ye Qingluo just glanced at it, and the color of his eyes changed immediately.
that glance...
It shocked her.
because…
The small piece of skin exposed by the wind chime is full of patches, blue and red, and pitted marks.
It looked extremely disgusting.
Ye Qingluo's gaze quickly moved to Fengling's face.
as expected…
Under the black veil, even though it was not clear, it was still vaguely visible, and on Feng Ling's face, there were also patches of blue and red marks!
How is this going
What exactly are these traces
Fengling's face, Fengling's body...
Could it be that they have all turned into such a shocking appearance
"Ah! Splashing people are not allowed to see! I forbid you to see!" Feng Ling realized Ye Qingluo's sight, she suddenly went crazy, and quickly pulled the black robe to cover her skin.
But because of this excessive behavior, he pulled the black robe to cover the place Ye Qingluo was looking at just now, but the other side was exposed.
The bumpy, green and red traces were so clearly exposed in front of Ye Qingluo's eyes.
Feng Ling became more and more crazy, his whole face twisted, and his mouth kept roaring.
Two hands, pulling desperately on the body.
The more impatient you are, the more you want to cover yourself.
The black robe on her body and the black gauze on that face became more and more entangled.
This frenzied appearance is like a raging wild beast.
When the half stick of incense was ferociously violent, Feng Ling simply tore off the black robe on her body, no longer covering it up.
There is no perfect skin on her body.
Whether it's the face, or the exposed skin...
All are the kind of dense traces.
Disgusting, nearly spit it out.
This is simply... more terrifying than disfigurement!
"Ye Qingluo, aren't you proud to see me like this?" Feng Ling stared at Ye Qingluo resentfully.