Snowflakes fluttered and fluttered, and there was a vast expanse of white between the sky and the earth, and there was crystal clear white snow everywhere.
Piece, piece, piece...
The white and flawless snow fell from the sky, like a white flower dance.
This is where
Mo Qingyan stood in the snow, looking at this strange place suspiciously. Isn't she dead? Is this hell
That explosion was so violent, she should have been bombed into scum, right? How could it be alive
She was still wearing that red short skirt. She should have felt cold, but she didn't feel cold at all.
She stretched out her hand and took a piece of snowflakes. The snowflakes fell on the palms of her hands, but they didn't melt for a long time. They were still crystal clear, like ice.
"Yes, I'm already dead, my soul has no temperature, and of course it won't melt this snowflake."
Flattening his palms to let the snowflakes drift away, Mo Qingyan smiled mockingly, and walked randomly in the snow.
But what about the legendary black and white impermanence and bull head horse noodles? Where is Yama King? Whatever you do, you have to come with someone, oh no, you have to come with a "ghost" anyway, lead yourself, right
This kind of feeling that there is only one'ghost' left in the world is really not very good.
Suddenly the wind blew'huhu', and all the snow petals floated up and fell down again in a whirl.
Mo Qingyan raised his hand to cover his face and squinted his eyes to look ahead.
A red shadow came from the front, holding a cyan oil-paper umbrella with lotus painted in his hand. Cyan and red were paved, and red was mainly red, just like leaves and flowers.
A red dress is stunned, his hair flutters into the air, and his face is stunningly beautiful.
The years are shining, the years are drunk, and people's eyes are fascinated.
Behind him, there was red and full bloom, fascinating red, as enchanting as fire, blood, and beauty.
Mo Qingyan never thought that a man could wear red so enchantingly.
This glamorous color seems to be born for him, domineering and enchanting, it is so perfect in his interpretation.
The long-sleeved robe and the red ancient robe are embroidered with a lifelike golden dragon pattern with teeth and dancing claws, which makes his whole person domineering exposed.
He is a born emperor, with a pair of red golden eyes looking at the world indifferently, giving people a feeling of unattainable.
He walked towards Mo Qingyan step by step, somehow making her feel nervous, nervous, but with anticipation and anxiety.
Mo Qingyan even thought, is this beautiful man the Yama King, right
Tut tut~~~
It looks so beautiful! It's not the same as those uncles with beards and eyebrows on TV!
"Qingyan, are you finally back?"
The man stopped when he walked in front of her, his eyes fixed on her, a smile on his beautiful face.
Mo Qingyan was suddenly surprised, and in front of this man, she suddenly felt very inferior.
Such a man, is there any woman in the world worthy of him? When a man grows into such a troubled appearance, is this to make their women jealous? !
"Qingyan, you don't need to be inferior in front of me, I exist for you, you live, I live, you die, and I die."
As if hearing the thoughts from the bottom of her heart, the man gently stretched out a hand, gently embraced Mo Qingyan's shoulder, and brought her into his arms.
"who are you?"
Mo Qingyan stretched out his hand hesitantly and hugged him back.
In front of him, there is always a very relaxed feeling, as if they have known each other for a long, long time...
Except for the amazing and low self-esteem at the first meeting, she now has no strangeness or unnaturalness to this man, as if the relationship between them should have been like this.