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Early in the morning, Can Jian left in light clothes, embarking on a journey to find the owner of the Moon Sleeping Pavilion, and Lan Yichen, although a little bit reluctant, was also very excited—finally no one cares about him.

The person that Can Jian told him to take care of Lan Yichen was still on the way and would arrive at noon. In order to go back quickly, Can Jian set off early, and told Lan Yichen many times before leaving that he must not go out.

It's a pity that as soon as Can Jian walked away, Lan Yichen slipped away. It's really not his fault, lying on the bed for so long, stuck in this small room, everyone wants to go out to get some air.

In fact, Lan Yichen's current physical condition is still very bad. After taking care of him for so long, his face is still as pale as paper, but even so, he is still handsome and suffocating-many passers-by on the street stare at him secretly, Fortunately, he only cared about the novelty and didn't care.

Exquisite stone roads, bustling streets, bright and warm sunshine, all make Lan Yichen feel comfortable wanting to fuck, he looks at those cute or ugly masks with great interest, and wears them from time to time Make gestures on your face.

"Drive... drive..." Two top-quality Maxima quickly rushed from the street, and the startled pedestrians immediately gave way.

Lan Yichen frowned and looked around, and when he saw who was coming, his face paled with fright, and his whole body trembled. Those two were actually... Duanmuqi and Lan Yifeng, hurriedly tore off their masks, and Lan Yichen turned to the other person. He ran down the street, praying constantly in his heart, don't find him... Can Jian is not here now, and if Duanmuqi falls into the hands, no one can save him, Lan Yichen was very annoyed thinking about it, if he knew it, he would have listened to Can Jian Yes, stay at the inn...

"Woo..." Duanmuqi pulled the rein and stopped.

Seeing this, Lan Yifeng reined in his horse and stopped, and asked suspiciously: "Brother Duanmu, what's wrong???"

Duanmuqi's handsome face was a bit decadent, his dark eyes even contained despair, he replied in a hoarse voice: "I... seem to have seen Chen'er..."

A strange light flashed in Lan Yifeng's eyes, and she said, "Maybe his eyes are dazzled, after all, he already..."

"Shut up!!! Chen'er...he must be alive...living in a place I can't see...

There was a heart-piercing pain in his chest... That thin and beautiful young man was dressed in white, falling down like a white butterfly under the miserable moonlight, no... unimaginable, unimaginable...

The beautiful young man who would smile gently at himself, act coquettishly towards himself unconsciously, call himself out in nightmares at night, and rely on him unknowingly, his beautiful face lost its vitality like a withered flower...

No...he...was alive.Live where you can't see...

Chen'er, Chen'er...my Chen'er.

Be sure to live in a place that you can't see.

Those beautiful and delicate eyebrows, that soft and upturned bridge of the nose, that glowing pink breasts, I... can never touch again...

It doesn't matter!!! But... definitely, to live.

Only in this way can we meet...Chen'er...Chen'er...

"Brother Duanmu..." Lan Yifeng looked at Duanmuqi worriedly, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Hearing the sound, Duanmuqi raised his eyes, in a trance, the beautiful young man overlapped with the face of the woman in front of him, his eyes burst out with fiery light, he involuntarily caressed his tender breasts, and murmured: "Chen'er... "