Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3141 Rebirth Fate: You are my heartbeat (96)

  The light outlines the young boy's shadow carefully, and is coated with a layer of light gold. The young boy melts in the light, his brows are picturesque, and he looks extra solemn and solemn, like a god.

He said.

   "My honor, fight for you."

  Simplified and simple eight words.

   is better than all love words in the world.

  After falling into a brief silence, the audience boiled.

  This live-broadcast racing game was maxed out at this moment.

  [Falling Leaves Return to Roots]: Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! ! !

  【Sakura Pink】: Who the hell? ! ! Who deserves it? ? ?

  【Hitomi】: This dreamlike opening method...? I can.

  [Hello October]: A good racing game has become a confession scene, I will ask who else besides Jiangshen!

  [Who is not a small official]: Awei is dead ah ah ah ah ah ah ah, let me cry when I am broken in love!

  [See through, don’t talk about it, continue to be friends]: #最美情话##最强告白#

  Ranbai avoided Jiang Yuyan's sight countless times, stood alone in the dark shadow, and heard such a sentence truly.

  No one knows who Jiang Yuyan is talking to better than Ran Bai.

  That boy...

  The heartbeat suddenly missed a beat, her expression became more and more icy, and her eyes were unbelievably clear.

   Turn around and walk away quickly.

   Turn his back to the light.

  "Miss." The driver was a little surprised when he saw Dye Bai coming back. The awards are not over yet, is this coming back?

  Ranbai just spit out a word, as if freezing ice: "Go."

  The driver was stunned, then responded and started the car.

  Dyeing white leaning against the window, looking sideways at the people or scenery outside the window, those eternally silent eyes are reflected in the blurry surroundings that are constantly moving away from the back.

  Everything seems to form an endless line, spreading to the distance.

  Go back.

"Host..." In fact, it is difficult for Feng Luo to understand the practice of dyeing white. That person has already achieved this point. It is obvious that she may like it in her heart, but why she can't accept it, "Why don't you try and like one? people."

  Hearing such a question, dye Bai's reaction was almost subconsciously at a loss, "What is like?"

  Fengluo:? ? ?

  Fucking?

  How can a system know what is like.

  It has never been experienced.

  It can't answer such a deep question!

  But if he didn't answer, it seemed that he didn't understand it. Feng Luo held back for a long time, but he didn't say a word.

  At the end,

  It gritted its teeth, and its inspiration flashed: "If you like it, you must be loud~speak~out~come~ah~"

  Dyeing white: "..."

  Sick, right?

  Yan Bai doesn't know what she really likes. Nothing has ever given her this feeling.

   is uncontrollable.

   is contradictory.

   She has always been calm and sensible so that she should make the most correct choice.

no matter who,

   is just a passer-by.

Only,

  That’s it.

  ...

  On the racing track,

  After the race ended, after a brief period of boiling, the fans began to leave one after another. Suddenly, the entire huge racing venue was cold and empty, and there was a feeling of people going to the building.

  The atmosphere fell into silence.

  Jiang Yuyan did not leave,

  The young man chose a place to sit down by himself, with his long legs stretched out at will. Against the light of the setting sun, the profile of his profile looked hazy in the halo, and his expression was hidden in the halo.

When the cold wind blows, the young man’s clothes are flying in the wind. Behind him is the bleak winter light and the **** sunset, setting off him like a demon with his huge blood-red wings spread out, and that stunning face is expressionless and indifferent. .

   Cold and lonely.

  In such an empty and quiet atmosphere, it seems that there is only a young man left.

  Zhao Zhao saw such a scene far away. He sighed for a long time, walked up and sat next to Jiang Yuyan, "Why didn't he leave?"

  Jiang Yuyan stared straight ahead, those profound pupils with deep and beautiful colors, after a short period of silence, said: "What if she can come again."

Zhao Zhao was silent for a while, then sneered suddenly, a little annoyed, and indulged in anger: "Jiang Yuyan, can you be sober! She came long ago, how could she wait until now? The game is over, she just doesn't want to come. !"

   "I am sober." Jiang Yuyan said lightly.

  Always watched myself sinking soberly.

The young boy’s long eyelashes were slightly drooping, and the tip of his eyelashes was dyed with the light golden light of the setting sun, and even his pupils were smudged. At this moment, he looked at the trophy placed next to him. The heavy weight symbolized the glory and glory. Said in a very calm tone: "Maybe she was just late."

  I don’t know if I was looking for a reason for dyeing white.

   is still making excuses for himself.

  Zhao Zhao feels that Jiang Yuyan is really hopeless. He can't figure out which step Jiang Yuyan has taken to get to where he is today.

  "Is there any wine?" The young man asked Zhao Zhao with his eyes turned.

  "Yes!" Zhao Zhao responded in an angry voice, and took out the wine from the side, sneeringly: "You can't drink you."

Jiang Yuyan took the wine and opened it lightly, lining the slender knuckles, and directly poured it into his throat in that position. The strong wine didn't feel burnt when it passed, and he half-squinted lazily with the broken light. Looking at the eyes, the tip of the tongue licked the drop of sparkling wine on the lips, lazy and hoarse: "My life is not so dead."

   Zhao Zhao heard such a sentence, only to find it funny, so he asked: "Then how did you die?"

  Who is Jiang Yuyan, but he was silent for a long time without saying a word.

Just drinking bottle after bottle, it's a completely desperate posture. As the curved and **** Adam's apple rolls up and down, the crystal clear wine beads smears watery and luxurious color on the thin lips of the teenager, and runs along the white and beautiful jaw. The arc slid down, hidden in the collar, with a somewhat seductive and unorganized wildness, a cold and lustful sense of enchantment.

  Just when Zhao Zhao felt that Jiang Yuyan would not say anything, he suddenly listened to the low and dumb voice in a very calm and gentle tone.

   "Anyway, it's not so dead."

that moment,

Zhao Zhao inadvertently turned his eyes to the side, and saw the young man drunk against the sunset light, drunk in the blood of the setting sun. Not really.

  At that time,

  Zhao Zhao just listened to it as a joke. Even though he had a moment of palpitations, he didn't take it to heart and just smiled.

  Until later,

  When everything has settled,

  Zhao Zhao dreamed back at midnight, and suddenly woke up, suddenly remembering that day, the young man lying in the sunset drunk, said such a sentence.

  I really understand what it means.

original……

  It turned out that at that time,

  That person has already made a decision.

  Just no one knows,

  No one understands.

  ...

  Jiang Yuyan was drunk, but he didn't even wait to get white.

  In the end, Zhao Zhao, who hadn't touched the drink, drove the people back.

  Zhao Zhao's teeth were itchy. He thought of such a result from the beginning. After successfully taking Jiang Yuyan to the hands of the Jiang family, he breathed a sigh of relief and drove back.

   "You kid, why drink so much wine?" Grandpa Jiang looked at the drunk teenager, his temples suddenly jumped, and he quickly ordered the servant to cook a bowl of sober soup.

  Jiang Yuyan blocked the light with his hand. He heard such a voice in the half-awake and half-awake period, and whispered hoarsely: "Grandpa..."

  (End of this chapter)