Luo Xi stared fixedly at the black coffin, the corners of her lips forced up, as if she was smiling twice, her eyes gradually flashed with grievances, and finally turned into a touch of cruelty.
She stood up, picked up the plain white skirt, and slammed into the coffin, with a voice of despair.
"Brother Liu, Xi'er is here to accompany you..."
His forehead hit hard on it.
Blood flowed down.
Sacrifice.
Although Luo Xi was spoiled, she was really infatuated with Liu Feng. Now that Liu Feng was dead, she went with him without hesitation. Just now, there was really no room for it.
Luo Xi went there with the determination to die.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Meng Piaopiao swayed and almost fell down.
The mourning hall was in chaos.
…
If Qi Chen knew that Meng Piaopiao wanted to deal with him, he probably wouldn't take it to heart at all.
Over the years, he had countless enemies, and who could really kill him? He is invulnerable to all kinds of poisons, and his martial arts are superb, and ordinary weapons can't hurt him in the slightest.
It is no exaggeration to say that if Qi Chen hadn't been captured without a fight, no one in this world would have done anything to catch him.
…
There was chaos on Liu Feng's side, but it was a different situation on Fu Yue's side.
Inside the hotel room.
Ji Qinglin held a thin object in his hand, and after chasing Fu Yue for several laps, he stopped, with a look of helplessness across his face.
"Come here, trust me."
Fu Yue hid back and shook her head: "No."
This person didn't know which tendon was wrong, so he bought a box of Luozidai and brought it over, saying it was for her thrush.
Fu Yue: "..."
At that time, she almost thought she had heard wrong.
Ji Qinglin dodged in front of Fu Yue, clasped her wrist with one hand, pressed her over, and rubbed Fu Yue's side face with her tall nose bridge, looking a little soft.
"Yuyou, promise me..."
Acting like a baby, Chi Guoguo's acting like a baby.
Ever since Fu Yue acquiesced to the so-called fiancée that Ji Qinglin said that day, this person seemed to have opened up Ren Du's six channels, and turned on the frantic teasing mode, coming to tease Fu Yue from time to time.
Fu Yue tried to persuade Ji Qinglin, but sighed helplessly: "What's so interesting about thrush? Be good, let's practice swords."
The red-clothed swordsman raised his straight eyebrows, a smile appeared on his beautiful and delicate face, and his thin lips parted.
"Practicing swords? How can practicing swords compare to it? It's the joy of drawing eyebrows for my lady's boudoir."
Ji Qinglin's voice is full of youthfulness, and it is slightly lowered at this time, making it even more seductive.
His demeanor is too upright, even if he calls out his wife frivolously, it doesn't make people feel rash and reckless, on the contrary, people can't help but blush and heartbeat.
Fu Yue: "...mother, lady?"
The swordsman in red smiled with crooked eyebrows, his eyes seemed to have stars.
"Anyway, you will be my wife sooner or later, so what if I called two days in advance?"
Fu Yue: "...don't bark."
Ji Qinglin: "My lady, my lady, my lady—"
In the end, this eyebrow was not painted.
The swordsman in red put the eyebrow pencil in his hand on the table, hugged the girl he loved in front of him, pressed her down, clasped the back of her head with his slender fingers, and lowered his head to kiss her.
Affectionate.
…
"My lady, if one day you find out that I lied to you, will you be angry?"
Wait until the time of love.
The swordsman in red pressed against Fu Yue's ear, and asked a question in a low voice, with a cautious and imperceptible temptation in his tone.