Beautiful men stay: Hundreds of seductive lines

Chapter 138 Hoshino Landlord Fu Li 27
The atmosphere in that room is extremely peaceful, it seems that there is a space of memories flowing slowly in the quiet room.

Looking at the strange and simple layout in the room, and the paintings of the dead moon on the wall.I watched quietly...

That is a world that we cannot touch... that is, the destiny that we cannot resist...

In the middle of the room, there is a small flowerpot, with a few branches of peach trees that have decayed...

Beside the basin, there was a dress as thin as a gauze, green like a dragonfly's wing, light but lifeless.In the clothes... there are some bright black sand.

The sand shone with a lonely light in the sun.

I covered my upper lip, and I could almost imagine that when the time came, the green fairy standing by the basin would slowly decay into a puddle of loose sand.

Such a beautiful person, with such jade skin, slowly peeling off into debris, he is in pain.Is it relief, or relief.Helpless, still unwilling...

All I know is that Fu Li walks like a cloud, and in the end, there is only memory in his place.

As the breeze passed by, Qingwei pulled me around and let the black sand in the house be blown away by the breeze.

Carrying the burden that little V had packed long ago, he walked out of this Xiling Shaolin step by step.

In the courtyard, there was a young novice monk who got up early and was knocking on the wooden fish. He spoke the catchy Diamond Sutra in his mouth. The pious expression on his face made my heart feel even colder.

The Buddha loves the world, so who is it that is in the world?

I finally turned my head reluctantly, and saw that the black sand had been blown up and down, drifting faintly to the outside of the temple amidst the rain of peach blossoms.

Fu Li, probably blended into the Xiling under his feet.

Qing Wei held my hand so tightly that it hurt slightly.When I looked back at him, his soft hair was blown to his face by the wind, covering all his expressions.

Xiling, the most beautiful place in the southern country...the most beautiful person in the southern country is buried.

I turned around with a smirk, followed Qingwei out of the Xiling Shaolin in big strides, behind me was the wind intertwined with pink and black.

Caressing the jade pendant with the map in her hair, it turns out that the ending is still the same, but the process is like this.

(End of this chapter)