The man seemed to notice her substantial gaze and shifted his gaze from the void to her face.

The dark eyes stared at her face without any emotion. She came over alone, as if she had pleased him, and the ends of her eyes raised a little curve.

Han Yao looked at him, his eyes were calm.

But when she saw the man's face, a huge wave surged in her heart. The only person in Luo Xianqing's photo album that Luo Xianqing had survived was right in front of her!

The traces of time remained on his face, but he kindly retained his eyebrows and eyes that had not changed too much.

I don’t know his name, but the most characteristic thing on him is the mandala flower on his arm.

The sun kept moving toward her head, and the small flat ground under her feet, accompanied by the scorching sun, seemed to want to burn her soles through the soles of her shoes.

The two looked at each other, and except for their calm eyes, they could not see any other confrontation.

However, Han Yao's doubts became more and more. He always felt that this person felt familiar, but he could not find his memory for a while.

For a moment, at the top of Phoenix Mountain, except for the sound of the sun burning and causing the soil to crack, the sound of birds cannot even be heard.

After looking at each other for about a minute, Han Yao licked his slightly dry lips.

The man said something and the person you saw was here. Do you want to see the living or the dead?

The curve of the tail of the human eye disappeared, replaced by a kind of fanatical bloodthirsty, with dark eyes flashing with strange light.

Han Yao's eyebrows were slightly moved, but his expression was not visible. You had already thought about what to let me see before you asked me to come. My choice should be useless to you.

The man seemed to be amused by her words, raised his eyebrows, stretched out his index finger, and pointed his temple.

I moved my body lazily and got off the stone.

You're right, little girl.

It seemed as if he had looked at the scenery in the distance. The man walked around the stone and pulled something out from behind the stone.

The small black suitcase seemed to have a little liquid falling from the gap.

The scorching sun roasts the water as soon as the liquid falls to the ground, drying it on the ground, leaving a little color.

Han Yao narrowed his eyes, his eyes swept across the box, landing on the exposed high heels behind the stone, and the black beaded high heel sandals, he looked like a woman at first sight.

Who else, is it in his hands, alive or dead?

As if he had noticed Han Yao's gaze, the man turned his head and looked at him.

Haha,

Han Yao obviously saw that his foot trembled a little, afraid? Or something else?

The man patted the box, and the box was what you wanted, but-

He dragged his voice, pushed the box in the direction of Han Yao, bent down to pull the person behind,

The woman was pulled into his hand by him, hanging like a rag, and not struggling, but just looking at her with her slightly unsightly glasses.

She is the person I want you to meet. This woman who once devoted herself to me is also the woman who cruelly abandoned you.

Han Yao looked at Li Mingli who was strangled and thought about Zhao Shuran's confused belief yesterday, and felt a little sad.

Open your lips, your voice has no emotion, but it can make people feel deep into the bones.

Are you going to use her to threaten me?
Chapter completed!