Poor little in the Shura field

, and left a wild man in his heart, purely to find him unhappy.

seven o'clock.

After this unhappiness, Zhou Qing thought about waking him up and forcing him to come once a year, but just as he stretched out his hand, he slowly withdrew it.Persecution is persecution, promise is promise, but whether to come or not is another matter. Didn’t he come when his birthday said he would come? He can’t go out and arrest people, he can only wait.He can't accept it.

So forget it.

eight o'clock.

It was dawn outside, and Zhou Qing's throat was inexplicably thirsty, and he also inexplicably felt that a certain time was approaching. During the last period of time, he was doing desensitization treatment, and he never took his eyes off Xue Yu's face. Tired, bored, so as not to feel uncomfortable in the future.

Then my mind wandered again, thinking that there is nothing special about it, he is not a person who looks at his face, whether he is beautiful or not, can he still be eaten, why should he be the only one.

He belittled him in various ways, said that he was not good, and finally found out that he was not good, so he really couldn't let go.

nine o'clock.

The heartbeat suddenly accelerated for half a beat, and then a blinding white light appeared all around, so white that no one could ignore it. Zhou Qing looked at Xue Yuruo's unconscious face, clenched his fingers tightly, and let go after a while. , said with relief.

Goodbye, Xue Yu.

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