Yun Qingluo blushed and stood there awkwardly, with nowhere to place his hands and feet.
"Yun Qingluo, do you like me?"
The man finally spoke, his voice magnetic and clear.
"Qingluo Qingluo, it's just, it's just."
She was so nervous that she didn't know what to say.
The man sighed leisurely, his voice as distant as the breeze: "There are many people who like me, including you.
As a disciple of Heaven, don't you dare to admit it?"
Yun Qingluo was aroused by him, and his heart was filled with passion.
He finally raised his head and looked at him: "Yes, I like Zuo Tianshi."
Her eyes met Zuo Tianshi's eyes behind the mask.
Zuo Tianshi's eyes were like seven rainbows falling into a deep pool, dazzling and extremely attractive.
Yun Qingluo's mind dazzled, and his whole body froze.
All she could see was the eyes of the other party, and the long-hidden dissatisfaction and jealousy in her heart seemed to be stirred up by something.
Yun Qingluo, are you very jealous of Gu Xijiu?
Is that girl actually not as good as you in anything, but she steals your limelight everywhere, and acts like Xiaoqiang who can turn disaster into good luck no matter what?
It's so unfair, so unfair to her.
Dead, it would be better if she died Her eyes were getting darker and darker as she stood there.
The wind blew up her skirt and made a sound, and it was like a whirlpool of dark wind rising around her.
Gu Xijiu was really tired.
She had not been able to take a rest since arriving at the gathering today.
First he was building a house, then he was attacked on a stormy night, and then he was arrested.
He was imprisoned for three days and after being released, he accompanied the saint on the road for more than an hour.
It's one thing to be physically tired, but the most important thing is to be mentally stressed.
It was already stormy outside, but when she lay in her bed, she felt a rare peace of mind.
With the Holy Lord here, no one will dare to lift her roof anymore, right?
She fell asleep quickly, almost falling asleep on the pillow.
She seemed to have had a dream, but this dream turned out to be a nightmare.
In the dream, she returned to modern times, to the moment when she was fascinated and put on the operating table to have her heart cut out.
The only difference this time is that she is not a party involved, but a bystander.
Yes, a bystander.
She watched herself wake up on the operating table and spoke a few words to Long Xi who was undergoing surgery.
When he was not prepared, he grabbed the scalpel and stabbed him, then slashed his spare heart, and finally stabbed his own heart, which had already opened his chest, with the knife.
Everything was a true representation, and she had repeated this scene many times in her dreams.
Previously, every time I dreamed of piercing my heart, I would wake up sweating profusely, but this time I didn't.
She watched with her own eyes as she took her last breath in Long Xi's arms, and watched as Long Xi turned horribly pale and held her hand tightly as if it was the end of the world.
The blood on his chest was flowing horizontally.
His assistants came over one after another to treat him.
One of them shouted: "Doctor Long, fortunately your heart is on the right side.
Stop the bleeding quickly and do the surgery."
Long Xi held the scalpel inserted into Gu Xijiu's heart, báchuái, tears dripping from his eyes but he smiled softly: "Xijiu, you misunderstood me.
I'll explain to you when I get there."
Then he stabbed his own right chest with his backhand, piercing the heart.
His blood spurted out, mixed with her blood, and flowed all over the floor.
"Long Xi" She felt pain in her heart and shouted softly, just as she was about to step forward to take a look.
Suddenly my arm hurts: