let me be quiet

Chapter 105

That monster is so beautiful, its smile is like a peach blossom, its voice is like a clear spring in the mountain, it is loud and moving, but his speed is too fast, when Qian Yitong is swinging another sword, he avoids it lightly.

After several moves in a row, Qian Yitong didn't even cut off half of his clothes, he simply stopped and pointed at him with the tip of his sword: "What kind of monster are you?"

"Hehehe..."

The glamorous monster rolled its sleeves, covered its lips and smiled with crooked eyebrows and eyes, while smiling, it asked: "You have the ability to recognize monsters. Can't you tell what kind of monster I am?"

The lanterns on that street were flickering, like a ghostly painting, so beautiful, everything was too beautiful.

He seemed to know him.

He should know him.

Why don't I know him?

Qian Yitong stared at him blankly for a long time, then picked up the sword and cupped his hands in a gentlemanly manner: "I'm going to bet on Qian Yitong..."

"The character is Wujin, the name is Xianshan Jushi, and people in the Jianghu are known as the Daoist leader of seckill."

Before Qian Yitong finished speaking, the demon answered for him with a slight smile.

He was dumbfounded.

After a long time, I asked: "...you, why do you know?"

Then he asked, "Who are you?"

The demon shook the sleeves of his light gray shirt, and raised his eyes to look at it in a neutral manner: "A passer-by in the rivers and lakes, it's nothing to worry about, and I still hope that the master will not miss each other."

After speaking, without waiting for Qian Yitong's reaction, he turned around on the spot and walked deep into the lantern.

It's just that Qian Yitong couldn't see him, behind that seemingly handsome back, he burst into tears, inexplicably irritating his eyes.

A jug of wine in the spring breeze of peaches and plums, and a ten-year lamp in the night rain in the rivers and lakes.

Ten years.

He thought that time could erase those wasted years, and he thought that he would completely forget him on a certain day in a certain year.

But he didn't.

Missing is like the tide of Liuhu Lake, but it is only increasing day by day.

He can't forget it at all, and he doesn't want to forget it, so let's think about it, read it, and burn it in his heart.

He just didn't expect that they would meet again.

Even though his beard is old, he still recognizes him at a glance.

It's just that he doesn't know?

He pretended to be calm and calm, and the defense line in his heart had already collapsed.

He spent ten years trying to understand one thing,

He loves him.

But at the moment we met, I understood,

He can't love him.

It will harm each other, and history will only repeat itself. He and him were wrong from the beginning, and they are destined to have no good ending.

"...Wait, who are you?"

Qian Yitong thought about it for a long time, trying to find clues about him in his memory, but he couldn't remember.

When the demon was about to disappear in the crowd, he chased after it.

The handsome man with a graceful back obviously froze, afraid that he would be entangled and refused to let go, and when he was about to fly away, Lin transformed from the flower lanterns.

He was dressed in a dark black dress, with long hair reaching to his waist, and long curved horns on his head. He was also a handsome and handsome man, but his pupils were bloodshot, and his whole body exuded a powerful demonic aura.

Lin pulled Huali into his arms, raised his eyebrows and looked at Qian Yitong as if he was declaring a war: "He is the queen of this king, you have no right to ask who he is, this king thinks it is not easy for you to practice, so let you go, don't take it." Entanglement, do not send."

It turned out that he was the glamorous male queen that the scholar said.

It's really beautiful.

But why, I always feel like he is mine?

Hua Li didn't dare to look at Qian Yitong, but just buried her head in Lin's arms, pretending to be intimate, but actually hiding the tears overflowing from her eyes.

He shouted desperately in his heart, let's go, let's go, from the moment you drank the water of forgetting love, we are already strangers at the end of the world, and we have nothing to do with each other.

Looking at their intimacy, Qian Yitong took a deep breath and clasped his fists: "Excuse me, goodbye."

After speaking, he used lightness kung fu and flew lightly into the sky.

The lanterns all over the street turned into star shadows in the dream, getting farther and farther away, gradually hiding the beauty in the painting.