Mo Ye's head was already messed up, listening to the sound of the final piano crackling like firecrackers, she was criticized from head to toe for nothing.
Isn't this final Qin admitting the wrong person? Mo'er's memory has nothing to do with her, and it is impossible for her to interact with her herself.
After finishing a string of witty remarks, Zhong Qin took a sip from the teacup and slapped the armrest of the chair to stand up, "Come with me, I will give you some dresses. It's a meeting gift."
Meet up? That is to say, whether it is Mo'er or Moye, in fact, have never seen Zhongqin
Zhuang Shao is a man, and it is impossible to change clothes with her. However, she is a little self-aware. I am afraid that changing clothes is not the subject. Zhongqin wants to talk to her alone.
Room No. 1 Tianzi is the most luxurious room in Wanjiang Building. The room is equipped with a prohibition switch that can be turned on by itself. After turning it on, others will not be able to spy on everything in this room, and there is a defensive formation. You can even practice in retreat without being disturbed.
The decoration in the room is also very personalized, but it looks like a man's room.
The tables and chairs with a quaint atmosphere are completely carved from thousand-year-old red sandalwood. The black is quiet and long, shiny as jade. On the table is a hollow black gold incense burner. One wood and one gold are both black, but they are two completely different. The visual enjoyment.
On the walls of the room are all splash-ink paintings. The gods are bigger than the form. You can hardly tell what it is at first glance. You can look closely, but it seems to be able to see through. It is intriguing.
The black bed, the black veil, in general, there are only two colors in the whole room, black and white, black condensed, white distant, cold and ethereal.
Zhongqin sent her clothes and skirts, and Mo Ye was not polite, choosing the one she liked the most and turning around.
Anyway, she has seen her dress unpleasant for a long time, and the dresses that Zhong Qin gave her are covered with a thin layer of spiritual energy, which is already considered a low-level magic weapon, and the style is also the limit that she can accept. After all, she is not Zhongqin, can't run around against a pair of Yunvfeng that will jump out at any time.
"Is he... okay?" Suddenly, Zhongqin made a faint voice, and the woman who had just been domineering and leaky, the voice at this moment was full of feelings for a long time.
"What?" Mo Ye didn't understand, and turned around subconsciously, suddenly startled.
I saw that Zhong Qin walked to the table without knowing when, his eyes fixed on the sword on the table, his slender and white fingertips trembling slightly, he stroked the torn clothes wrapped around the sword, and the touch was cautious and extremely excited. Like stroking a sleeping lover, lamenting that the years are long, thousands of sails are exhausted, but nostalgia has never diminished.
Mo Ye's heart slammed and it was broken.
This final Qin probably knows the owner of the sword, and it is very likely...
"Oh... Well, he has always been unhappy to ask about him. But he once said that the sword is there. Now seeing this sword is a great opportunity for me, so I can feel relieved, but I have a worry. "Finally, Qin finished speaking, slowly clenching his fingers, put his arm back to his side with force, no longer touched the sword, and asked: "What's your name?"
"..." Mo Ye only knew that this was a disaster. If she still couldn't see that Zhong Qin had such affection for the master of the sword, she would be an idiot!
Xi Ziyou, a love rival in the early stage of foundation building, took enough minutes to shoot her into slag, let alone the final piano of the great perfection in the foundation building period? !
She also felt regret afterwards, knowing that this sword was likely to cause her trouble, and it should have been thrown away long ago!
"Forget it, I can't ask." Zhongqin laughed bitterly, and the charm between her brows turned into sorrow, but he still said gently: "He is really, how can you let you be alone in this wolf's den during the Qi refining period? Wandering in the tiger's den, or is it...?"
Suddenly, a bright star flashed across Zhongqin's eyes, "Could it be that he is also Fangcheng?"
Mo Ye's hair is almost upright, there is still more to it? If the man was really in Mengfangcheng, she would simply dig a hole in advance and bury herself!