Goddess, she's gone

Chapter 620 She Really Looks Like You

This at least speaks for itself.

They have what the other needs.

Or rather, that person needs them to do something.

Ying Muzhi slightly narrowed his eyes.

In the light-colored eyes, there was an extremely dim light passing by.

Dark night enveloped the land.

The sky was dark without a single star.

There was only a dark gray sky covered by rolling dark clouds.

Dijiao Park.

People come and go in the park.

The laughter of children filled the entire park, and from time to time there were children walking happily on the path.

After nine o'clock, it is a good time to spread.

In front of the southwest gate of the park, a slender black figure stopped in front of the gate for a few seconds.

The long black trench coat made the man's tall figure even more slender and straight.

There was a calm but decadent demeanor about this man.

The wide brim of the hat covered most of his face. The man raised his head, glanced at the dim night sky, and walked into the park.

He walks steadily and seemingly carelessly in circles throughout the park.

After almost passing through most of the park, the man walked along a remote path to a remote corner with only one light on.

On the rest bench there, there was a loose and lazy figure half leaning against the edge of the chair, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

He was wearing a light gray casual suit, and the man's gentle and handsome face was somewhat blurred in the darkness.

"Da da!"

The leather shoes of the man in black landed on the masonry road, and they sounded clearly in the darkness.

He deliberately stepped up his steps to let the other party know that he was coming.

However, when the man in the black windbreaker stood in front of the bench, the other party still didn't respond.

Lying halfway on the bench, he didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Old friend, haven't seen you for many years, don't you give me a hug?"

The man in the black windbreaker had a strange hoarse voice.

He looked at the man on the bench, with drooping eyelids and closed eyes, a strange brilliance shone in his dark eyes.

He casually removed the hat from his head as he spoke.

He revealed a handsome but unshaven and decadent appearance.

It is very difficult to tell the exact age of a man from this face.

More than 30? More than 40? More than 50?
It seemed appropriate to pin it on this man who had obviously experienced strong winds and waves, and his eyes were depressed and dull.

In any case, the man was extremely attractive.

This is a fact that no one can deny just by looking at it.

His light-colored amber-like eyes seem to reflect all the darkness and decadence in the world.

"There is no more chance."

The man half leaning on the rest bench finally raised his eyes.

Under the dim light, the man's gentle and handsome face lost its usual elegance and innocence.

All that remained of him was darkness.

Yin Qingxuan stood up slowly.

Looking at the man in the black windbreaker in front of him, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, and there was no warm emotion in his eyes.

Only the shadow of sword, light and sword remained, clanging and residual blood.

"I didn't expect that there was a little accident in the middle."

The man in the black windbreaker smiled, stretched out his right hand and gestured, "I know it's your precious daughter, but you should know more about your daughter than I do."

The man in the black windbreaker moved forward slowly, getting a little closer.

The corners of her lips curled up, "She really looks like you, doesn't she?"

"It's not just a star and a half."

(End of this chapter)