Billions of stars are as expected, but millions of worlds are not as good as you
A one-in-a-thousandth exception, a post from Hades. Ye Chen once swore that he would do his best to protect it.
But it ended up being empty talk
The drizzle never stopped. The soul-stealer bowed and saluted. His fate was already determined. Never go against destiny.
Cold mist shrouded his side, and fear accompanied hope. In the endless darkness, it was the man who stretched out his hands and opened his arms, bringing him into the light.
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Ye Xing, can I ask you a question? Ye Chen pulled Ye Xing's hair and asked
If I don't want to answer, do you still ask? The leaves are moving in a contemplative manner
Why do you have so many little veils? Are the tissues smelling bad? Ye Chen blinked curiously
Ye Xing proudly took out a small handkerchief, my handkerchief or toilet paper. Don't you know which one smells better?
Ye Chen patted his chest with lingering fear, "Fortunately, I don't need to wash these small strips of cloth!"
Two
Ye Xing, I always think you are very feminine? Ye Chen announced with a sad look on his face
Where did you see it? Ye Xing touched his chin thoughtfully
What normal man would keep a space full of hair ties and combs? Also, can you explain why there are dresses in your space? Ye Chen asked with a confused look on his face
Ye Xing helplessly held his forehead. I suggest you read ancient history. Those are just cloaks.
Three
Ye Xing, you seem to be working part-time secretly. Ye Chen is thoughtful
Why do you say that? Ye Xing thought carefully
It's nothing, I just think you are similar to the Death God fan who handed out name cards?
If you think too much, how could the God of Death be similar?
Ye Chen breathed a sigh of relief, Ye Xing never lied.
Ye Xing quietly wiped the cold sweat from his palms
Mission: Big love and small love, the hope of continuous inheritance