Master Jiu, my wife is wearing countless vests!

After receiving the boss's signal, Shadow Lei and Shadow Wind left the living room.

At this time, there were only two of them in the room. Di Yuanjue stood up slowly, his tall height blocking the light. In order to facilitate the interrogation of Xuanyuan Han, he deliberately wore only a shirt, and even his sleeves were rolled up, revealing his strong arms. , if you look carefully, you can still vaguely see the strong muscle texture, which is very impressive. Only Long Qingcheng's figure is reflected in the pair of deep black pupils.

He leaned forward, his deep voice was very sexy, "Ah Qing, but when I saw that scene, my heart hurt..." Even though he knew that there was nothing wrong between the two of them, the pain was still heartbreaking.

That melodious voice was deeply affectionate and full of sadness.

Before Long Qingcheng could speak, he hugged the girl deeply from behind. His breath enveloped him and darkness invaded him. His low and deep voice was like ripples in a deep pool, cold and bone-chilling, "I want you to love me... ..." But from the beginning to the end, I was the only one in my eyes, so I didn't have to sacrifice my life for anyone. How could the person I held in my hand get hurt because of others?

The dull Long Qingcheng didn't understand what Di Yuan Jue meant. Didn't she love Di Yuan Jue?

She looked confused and said in a shallow voice, "Can't you feel it at all? Ah Jue?" They have known each other for more than half a year, couldn't Di Yuan Jue feel even a trace of love?

The bright lights seemed to cover up a hint of gloom, making the two people feel depressed.

It was as if someone had grabbed my throat and I couldn't suffocate.

Emotions cannot find an outlet.

It is the first time for two people to fall in love, and they lack communication and understanding of each other. Getting along based on their knowledge of each other will naturally lead to unequal information between the two parties, and even doubts about each other's feelings.

-

After winter came, it snowed twice in succession, each snowfall was heavy, and the entire Kyoto was covered with white snow.

The weather is getting colder day by day, and people have put on down jackets and wrapped them tightly. On both sides of the road, sanitation trucks are spreading salt in circles to melt the snow as soon as possible and prevent it from freezing.

As New Year's Day approaches, various companies are extremely busy, and Di Yuan Jue has even worked overtime for several days.

"Have you had a quarrel with Long Qingcheng in the past two days?"

Qin Wuyue has started rehabilitation in the past two days, but he heard from An Xu that something was wrong since Di Yuanjue came back from the ship, so he came over to take a look while he had nothing to do today.

Di Yuan Jue glanced at the other party with his evil eyes. He held the pen in his fingers and lowered his eyebrows, "It doesn't count." They didn't argue. It was just that Long Qingcheng asked himself, what does it mean to love him? He couldn't answer for a while. .

After returning, Long Qingcheng was busy with things in the laboratory and school, and he had a lot to do near the end of the year. The two of them chatted mostly, but their meetings gradually decreased.

Qin Wuyue knew that Di Yuan Jue was emotionally slow, so he kindly reminded him, "There are many people who miss Long Qingcheng, so don't kill them."

Did he kill people?

Anyone who dares to steal people from him must be tired of living.

Even Ying Lei behind him felt a little helpless. Although the two did not meet, he saw how his boss missed Miss Long. If they broke up, he would have to die for his love.

Qin Wuyue still pointed the gun, but there was no one left.

Di Yuanjue asked: "Is Long Qingcheng still in the villa?" Although the two people did not meet, he reported all kinds of things about Long Qingcheng in detail.

Shadow Lei nodded, "Yes."

Di Yuanjue put down the documents in his hands, picked up the coat behind him, walked outside, and ordered, "Drive to the villa." Ah Qing, why don't I feel your love? Everything is just my paranoia and possession. Desire is at work.

Half an hour later, in the villa, Di Yuanjue rang the bell for fifteen minutes, but no one responded at all.

Immediately, there was a bang, and Di Yuanjue kicked the door fiercely. The almost rumbling sound made the entire community tremble, and even the people in the guard room were attracted.

When people came, the door was kicked open.

Di Yuanjue circled around the villa, but there was no one there. The terrifying aura emanating from his whole body was overwhelming, and his deep and vicious brows turned into sharp blades, sweeping through everything around him crazily.

The villa was crackling and chaotic, and his deep and deep voice sounded, "Where are the people?"

Yingxue pursed her lips. She really didn't see Miss Long leave, "I'm sorry, boss, I didn't pay attention to anyone."

That handsome face that confuses all living beings is like a hellish Rakshasa. The Rakshasa is ruthless and corpses are everywhere wherever he goes. This is what Di Yuanjue was like at this time. His cold eyes were so cold that he said, "I'll find the person in 15 minutes. Otherwise, go to the secret hall to receive the punishment."

Yingxue: "Yes."

-

Wanjue Temple.

In the backyard, the pond has frozen over, and at first glance it looks white and snowy, making it impossible to see the boundary line. Next to it is a row of dilapidated cabins, but they are very clean. The huge temple is empty, and it is so quiet that you can really hear the sound of breathing.

A year ago, the new temple was built and no one lived here. However, because there are still some elderly people who are unwilling to move, they can barely survive by relying on alms.

In the distance, an old man wearing a monk's robe came out of the house and looked at the figure not far away. He had been standing here since last night and he sighed.

Breaking the mortal world and entering the dust, but still cannot forget it.

His steps were very light, and when he walked to Long Qingcheng's side, his deep voice was very hollow, "Has the donor decided to take out the blood beads?"

Buddha beads are stained with countless blood, and they are called "blood beads"

This bead is harmful to her, but if it is in the hands of others, it will allow Long Qingcheng to ward off disasters for others.

Back then, she was killed by Red Eye. She should have died on the battlefield, but her life was not destined to die. She met the master, and her blood condensed and fell into the pond for several years.

She never thought that one day she would stop disasters for others and sacrifice herself to save others. It was a joke, but today she stands here.

"Well, I've thought about it." As a birthday gift, this is the most suitable. After all, a man always feels that he doesn't love him, and she should express it.

An hour later, Long Qingcheng, who had put on clean clothes and was trembling all over, left Wanjue Temple with blood beads in his pocket.

When she reached the bottom, her body relaxed a little. She parked the motorcycle on the guardrail not far up the mountain. She could see it from a distance when she got down the mountain.

Seeing no one around, she picked up her helmet, propped up the car, and was about to push it onto the road. A sense of danger made her cold eyes half-squint. The moment her hands were already on her lower back, she saw a desert that was exactly the same as hers. The eagle appeared on her temple.

"We meet again, Professor Long."

"Is it you?" Long Qingcheng had not forgotten the beautiful man who let him in at the golf course last time. But his name seemed wrong, Professor Long. Only people in the laboratory would call her.

Her heart sank and she expressed her suspicion, "Are you the person behind Sang Yu?" She had always suspected that there was someone behind Sang Yu, but that person was too cunning, so she never caught him.

Did you throw yourself into a trap today?