Quickly wear the fishing style beauty be again

The sky gradually became chaotic, and everywhere you looked was filled with oppressive and deadly darkness.

He was clearly not blind, but he felt trapped in darkness, unable to see any color, and even he himself could not see clearly.

Jiang Zhuoan stretched out his hand tentatively, and his fingertips suddenly touched something warm.

He couldn't see clearly what he touched, but he felt it felt like fine brocade. He squeezed it subconsciously, but he heard the sound of shallow breathing in his ears.

The wind knocked him down and his clothes were messed up by the wind.The wind seemed to be mixed with drizzle, and the moist breath fell randomly on his throat. When the wind blew by, it brought a sense of coolness.

The hairband was torn off by the wind, and the black hair was spread randomly behind him. Occasionally, one or two strands would fall on his lips. They would soon be wetted by the drizzle and stick to his lips wetly.

He opened his mouth to spit out the hair that was blown into his mouth by the wind, but the drizzle took the chance and spread the chill into his mouth, spreading it wantonly.

Jiang Zhuo'an was unable to resist the silent wind. He just silently accepted the favor from the wind and responded to the wind's expectations from time to time.

The wind seemed a little dissatisfied with his response, blowing open his belt, and the wet rain also fell on it, until it landed on the place that made him uncomfortable.

The unfamiliar feeling suddenly hit him, making him a little overwhelmed. His teapot was teased by the wind, causing a lot of tea inside to leak out.

The tea was blown by the harsh wind, giving it a chill.

But fortunately, the wind didn't last long this time. Instead, it caused moist drizzle to fall on the teapot, which seemed to be cleaning it, but silently caused a lot of tea to spill out.

In a daze, Jiang Zhuo'an heard a voice coming from the wind, that muffled low moan, which was very much like the person he missed day and night.

He suddenly made a sound, subconsciously hugged the person in front of him tightly, and whispered almost aggrievedly: "A Ning..."

"I like you……"

"I really like it very much..."

The movement of the person in front of him suddenly stopped, his cold hands held his face, his spare fingers traced the shape of his lips carefully, and his low voice was helpless: "Jiang Zhuo'an, it's already too late... …”

An inexplicable chill suddenly spread throughout his body, almost making his whole blood freeze.

The wind gently blew the drizzle to his lips, but bitter tears flowed from his eyes, sliding onto the lips that were close to him, and were gently blown away by the wind.

This gust of wind was so gentle, always caring about his feelings meticulously.This gust of wind was too ruthless, always silently rejecting his prayers.

They were obviously doing intimate things in the breeze and drizzle, but they desperately found that the distance between the two of them was getting farther and farther, until they could not even raise their hands to touch each other.

"Aning, I was wrong..."

Jiang Zhuoan whispered in the wind, his voice too soft to be true.

"I said it." The wind brought a moist breath to his ears, and the chill it caused was as desperate as the words carried by the wind: "It's already too late..."

In the end, they continued the next thing wordlessly, like the characters in the novel who were set to have an ending, silently rushing towards their own tragic ending.

However, the wind will wipe away the bitter tears over and over again, leaving no outlet for regret...

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At dawn, Jiang Zhuoan stood up in a daze, but his face was unknowingly covered with dried tears.

He seemed to have had a long, torturous dream.

The dream was so real that it made his heart palpitate.

He dreamed of Shen Ke drugging him, of Yan Qingning coming to save him, and of Yan Qingning silently pushing him away in the most gentle way, and even setting a clear boundary with him.

He said it was already too late...

His fingertips turned white, and he unconsciously clenched the clothes around his heart. Inexplicable pain began to spread, forcing him to half kneel down, breathing heavily in pain.

For a long time, Jiang Zhuo'an lay beside the stone bed with a pale face. His sharp phoenix eyes had lost their former sharpness, leaving only a pitiful humility.

There were messy knocks on the door and Shen Ke's arrogant voice, but he had no intention of thinking about it. He just closed his eyes and whispered: "Aning, admit your mistake as master..."

Can...please come back?

He didn't say the next words out loud. He probably guessed that Yan Qingning wouldn't agree, so he just added silently in his mind.

[Xiaobai, check the current love value of the task target? 】 Yan Qingning was nestled in the space of consciousness. He just glanced at Jiang Zhuoan's current miserable state and turned off the screen.

Xiaobai checked the system data and responded: [Reporting to the host, the current love value of the mission target is: 97, which is still 3 points away from being full.

After the love value of the task target is full, we can go to the next chaotic small world to repair it. 】

[Tsk...] Yan Qingning curled his lips in dissatisfaction and put his hands behind his head to rest: [The target of this mission is really ignorant. 】

Xiaobai: [...] The host is a scumbag, he cares about flirting and after-sales service, and he actually blames the mission target...

[Don’t slander me in your heart, I know it. 】 Yan Qingning crossed her legs and swayed slightly with the toes of her shoes, reminding Xiaobai in a gentle way.

noob:【! ! ! 】

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Jiang Zhuo'an lay on the stone bed and took a breath. It took a long time for his lips to regain some color.He rested inside for so long that he almost forgot about the noisy Shen Ke outside.

"Jiang Zhuo'an, get out of here!"

"Sir Immortal Master is not available to meet with guests now, so please find another time to visit." Qing Teng responded politely.

"Ha..." Hua Qiao obviously didn't have as good a temper as Qingteng, and sneered directly: "Only Qingteng can talk to a guy with such a dirty mouth."

Qing Teng gave a little advice, but did not stop Hua Qiao from speaking without restraint: "Hua Qiao, don't be rude to the head of the family."

Hua Qiao only thought that Qingteng was scolding her, curled her lips in dissatisfaction, and said with an eyebrow: "Is he worthy?"

"You two beasts, how dare you humiliate me?!" Shen Ke seemed to be a little angry. He pinched the spiritual energy with his fingertips and was about to throw it in the direction of Hua Qiao and Qing Teng, "Today, my master I’m going to teach you two monsters a lesson for Jiang Zhuo’an!”

Before Shen Ke could take action, a burst of spiritual power suddenly flashed across his hand and burned a part of his flesh.

"Jiang Zhuo'an, how dare you hurt me?!" He glared at Jiang Zhuo'an angrily, with undisguised malice once again showing in his mean eyes.

Jiang Zhuo'an lowered his eyes, collected his spiritual power, and said quietly: "The people in this realm will naturally be taught by me, so I won't bother the master."