Bloody Mercenary: The Cruel Majesty Is Terrible

Chapter 120 Killing (4)

Really moved.

How persistent love can be, she doesn't know.She only knew that Jinghong had touched her too much.

"I'm touched—"

Mu Yafeng didn't say anything more.

Let the woman hold his hand.

Does Kill Mo Yao know that all love begins with a touch.

I was moved, I just liked it.

If you like it, you will love it.

The difference to Jinghong is so different.It really bothered him too much.As if, now, he would lose her.

"Ayao. I love you."

They have forgotten the feeling of singing the white head song back then.Have the years passed so long?

"I know."

Gently kiss the lips of the evildoer.

"I always knew."

Killing Mo Yao hugged Mu Yafeng's hand even tighter.

Tighter, tighter.

"Do you still remember what I said when I first met you?" Mu Yafeng said suddenly, without waiting for Sha Moyao to answer.Self-care continued: "Its shape is as light as a frightened bird, as graceful as a wandering dragon, full of chrysanthemums, and luxuriant spring pines. It seems like the moon is covered by light clouds, and the snow flutters like the flowing wind. Far away Looking at it, it is as bright as the sun rising in the morning glow. Looking at it by force, it is burning like a flower coming out of Lu (lù) waves. The slenderness is harmonious, and the length is shortened. It is exposed, full of fragrance, full of beauty. Yunji is tall and tall, eyebrows are trimmed and juicy, red lips are bright on the outside, white teeth are fresh on the inside. Bright eyes are good at gazing, dimpled (yè) supporting power, majestic and charming, quiet and leisurely. Tender and graceful, flattering in language. The costumes are exquisite, and the bone image should be pictured. The glamor of the draped clothes, the Huaju of Eryao and Bi. Wearing gold and emerald jewelry, embellished with pearls to dazzle the body. Practicing the shoes of traveling far away, dragging The light train of mist. The fragrance of faint orchids is sweet, walking around the corner of the mountain."

That Luoshen Fu.

It was still left on the desk, her manuscript.

I don't know how it fell into Mu Yafeng's hands.

In the season when the peach blossoms were in full bloom, she suddenly looked back, and saw the young son walking lingeringly.The green shirt is shining, and a pair of distinctive green eyes.The smile is real and warm.

The charming voice turned towards her, reciting Luoshen Fu.At that time, she thought that she had met another person who traveled through time.

Unfortunately, it was just by chance.A beautiful misunderstanding.

It was also because of that beautiful misunderstanding that they came together.

Then, entangle each other.There is no more end.

(End of this chapter)