This young master looks cold and cold, and his beauty is indistinguishable from male to female. At this time, he was sitting on a chair, covering his mouth with his hand, smiling deeply, and the light from his eyes fell on Wen Yu, who was being executed.
When the big man who was torturing heard this laughter, he shuddered and felt numb in his heart. Sure enough, his little master was just a man-eating Rakshasa ghost.
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"Hahahahahaha!" Wen Tunan laughed so much that he bent over, but he was crying. Tears kept sliding down his handsome face.
Elder brother! If you want freedom so much, you must want to kill me! I'm waiting for you! I'm waiting for the day I die by your sword! Otherwise, you will never escape in this life!
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When the wind blows, the green hair on his forehead flutters on his face. Qihua was lost in thought for a long time. The pen in his hand always stopped at one place on the paper, and the ink stains soaked the rice paper.
Qihua let out a breath, and his thoughts seemed to wander further.
"Immortal Lord..."
Qihua was stunned for a moment, and the little monk's voice suddenly made her panic. She turned around and looked around again.
Sure enough, it's just an illusion.
That monk is already dead.
Qihua lowered her eyes, her heavy eyelashes covering up her sadness. At this moment, she didn't even dare to admit that her longing was very heavy.
Concept: The characters are diverse, and in addition to the love line, it also pays more attention to other levels of emotion. Family, friendship, hidden feelings and many other aspects