The atmosphere suddenly became very delicate. was originally wanton and cold, but it seemed to be quiet all of a sudden.
Only the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves, the darkness of the sky and the sky, he stood in the darkness, no longer as cold and flamboyant as just now.
Shen Chang'an's heavy palm just now seemed to be indeed not light.
Holding his chest, he bent over and coughed several times, and the blood on his lips increased, and he covered his lips in pain and coughed heavily, and the white silk scarf was all dyed red.
It took him a while before he finally steadied himself.
The man straightened up, his eyebrows were still delicate and his temperament was dusty, and he looked harmless and beautiful, but what he said was a hidden mystery: "Qin Xuanji will always be Shen Changan's most beloved girl, her eyes are in my eyes, so I will blend with her, and I have really become a person!"
” In the cool night, the man stood there thinly, looking very tired.
Every time you say a word, stop and half a sound.
After Mei Shisan said this, Chongmen Jue turned around suddenly, and from Chongmen Huan's perspective, Chongmen Jue only left her with an incomparably cold and resolute back.
What kind of mood he was in at the moment, no one could know.
Mei Shisan's calmness made people feel terrible, he seemed to have no miscalculations in his strategy, and his tone was contemptuous but could deter Chongmenjue: "Except for me and King Han, no one knows that Shen Changan is still alive, King Han should know that our secrets are all interchangeable." ” "In this way, we can all be safe!"
Mei Thirteen's words are always plain and soft, and they sound very beautiful, only the heavy door knows how many threats and murderous aura are hidden in Mei Thirteen's words.
The man's face hidden behind the mask was frosty.
Things in this world are always unhappy with the cycle of karma, and he does have the handle of Mei Thirteen, but Mei Thirteen does have his handle.
Therefore, none of them is more upright than the other.
"There is no more Shen Changan in the world!"
Shigemen Jue seemed to grit his teeth and coldly threw out this sentence, and as soon as his figure moved, he returned to the darkness and disappeared into the heavy night by stepping on the wind.
After Chongmen Jue left, Mei Shisan breathed a sigh of relief.
The man just held on, and he couldn't hold it anymore.
Holding on to the tree, he sat down slowly, one hand bent and resting on it, staring painfully.
Looking at the shadows of the trees swaying in the shadows, the man leaned under the tree like a wounded trapped beast, and the thin man always made people's hearts feel indescribable.
Chongmen Huan subconsciously clenched his fists, there was already a wound in the palm, but she clenched it so hard, the wound was torn open again, and the blood melted in the palm, which was extremely viscous.
Her heart, like this sticky blood, was infinitely chaotic.
Shen Changan, the unruly and wild young man who was as wild as the wind and fire, has now become such an elegant and silent disease The appearance of a weak noble son.
What has he been through all these years that has made him like this!
If Mei Shisan is really Shen Changan, then who is the one who died back then?
She wanted to rush out and ask Mei Shisan, was he really Shen Changan?
If he was really Shen Chang'an, then how did he escape the execution of the imperial court back then?
How did he become like Mei Thirteen?
She had a lot of questions for him, questions that had been pressed on her mind for years.
The young Shen Changan is an inextricable knot in her heart.