With a crash, a gold chain was thrown to the ground, with a pair of locked rings hanging from both ends of the chain.
"Bring it yourself."
The man who was kneeling on the ground but his momentum was not reduced at all picked up the ring and asked with difficulty: "Is there such a rule in the building?"
"Stop talking nonsense, do you want to bring it or not?!" The man in red robe, sitting high on the soft step, threw the tea cup down, as if he was very impatient.
Click.
The sun and moon golden pattern lock is a treasure passed down from generation to generation in his family. It is said that this thin chain can lock all living things in the world and lock the souls of gods and ghosts.
"Very good." The man in red raised his eyebrows slightly and remained calm. He stood up with his sleeves raised, and the hem of his clothes brushed the tip of the man in black's nose.
The man in red robe squatted down, and his broad robe bloomed into a coquettish red lotus. He pressed against the ear of the man in black, deliberately letting his seductive breath hit the other person's earlobe.
"Thousands of benefactors, don't regret it."
"As long as Boss Zhao keeps his promise."
Why does love make people so humble?
Maybe this is no longer love, but a kind of poison. From the moment he saw that frightened person, he was poisoned by the poison named Zhao Wumian. The toxicity is so overbearing and deep that there is no cure.
Later, when his life was about to come to an end, he developed a medicine and named it Zhao Wumian.
It's love, it's hate, it's bitter, it's sweet.
For this medicine, he devoted all his efforts, and finally his soul fell into the abyss.
Sleepless, sleepless... You are my disaster.
In this life, I don't regret falling in love with you, I just regret why happiness is so short-lived.
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