Quick Transmigrate to Have a Boyfriend

If you need him to let him die, he will let him die.

"I will lie down beside him." Wei Chi Yan looked at Su Wei and said, "please."

Su Weimou comes slowly, but shakes his head helplessly, and delivers the medicine grain in his hand to Wei Chi Yan.

"Really, must that be so?" Su Weimou wants to keep him.

This kind of magic cultivation is so rare that it can unify the world of demon cultivation, but it is not to accompany his lover to death.

"If it's hard, I'll take your life?" Wei Chi Yan looked at him coldly and said, "all this is because of your broken heart."

Su Weimou stepped back a few steps and thought he was seen through, but Wei Chi Yan just said that he didn't make any move. It seems that he didn't really want to start.

Sitting on the spot, he was puzzled and said, "is this love?"

Because of their own ability is too strong, can only take poison to die beside the love of this feeling, the original is love?

Wei Chi Yan raised his head, swallowed the medicine, squeezed the bouquet in his hand, and slowly leaned against Jiang langong's grave. He replied, "you have already known it?"

"What does it feel like?"

Wei ChiYan will not die so soon, at least when the medicine destroys his internal organs, he will not die.

Su Weimou ordered a coffin for him. The coffin was large enough to hold him and Jiang languo, who had been away for a long time.

Before the coffin arrived, Wei Chi Yan took such a posture and slowly returned with a free breath: "I think he will blush and my heart beat faster. I like him to tease me, and I like every moment I get along with him."

Su Weimou thought, but he occasionally saw that night. I feel a burning feeling on my face, my heart

"I have no heart, will not feel love." The tone of regret.

Wei Chi Yan gently hook lips, "this question is beyond the scope of the answer, I can't answer."

This is too novel for both the speaker and the listener.

Wei Chi Yan's tone suddenly took on the lightness, not like him, but like the tone of Jiang languo when Su Weimou first met them.

Wei Chi Yan holding wild lily is also slightly Leng Leng after hearing his own words, and he thinks: am I, more and more like you.

"Why, like each other..." He was puzzled.

This kind of age, two men, such love, is really incredible.

Wei Chi Yan slightly complained of dying, "who said that they like each other, is he colluded with me."

Su Weimou's heart is ready to move to listen to the gossip, "and then..."

"And then..." Wei Chi Yan thought of the past and laughed, "I couldn't resist his temptation and fell."

Su Weimou nodded, "he is really a charming man."

"Me too." Wei Chi Yan also stressed before his death that he and Jiang Lang were compatible.

Su Weimou agreed, "of course."

When the coffin arrived, Su Weimou buried this beautiful love with his own hands.

Wei Chi Yan with the spirit of Jiang languo left him, slowly closed his eyes, and he long sleep.

Su Weimou was no longer a sorcerer, but an ordinary man without heart. He planted a large white lily.

So that the lily is no longer wild.

Others came in admiration and wanted to buy it and give it to her. Su Weimou shook his head and said it was not for sale.

There was a grave in his garden, and all the flowers were for them.

Su Weimou deeply remembers that Wei ChiYan said that he likes white flowers, so Jiang Lang also likes them.