Master Qin slowly held a glass of wine.

By the way, I don't know what this wine is made of.

The taste is similar to that on Earth.

The man's posture was cold and indifferent, but a light red light suddenly flashed across the ring between his fingers.

Qin Zong paused slightly.

I thought I had read it wrong.

His dark eyes stared at the ring between his fingers, and his dark eyes seemed to be a bottomless pit, and even the light could not be reflected in it.

I waited for a long time, but I never saw the ring illuminating again.

Qin Zong pursed his lips slightly, and there was a look of confusion between his eyebrows and eyes.

The man took off the ring.

The slender and jade-like fingers gently pinched the silver ring and shook it on the fingertips.

Deep eyes.

But the ring was quiet, as if the red light just now was his illusion.

Seeing that Qin Zong had not moved for a long time, Lian Feng raised his eyes, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Qin Zong put the ring back again, looked sideways, and glanced at the street outside.

I saw a slender figure as long as jade in my heart.

There were sparse figures on the street, and the boy was in one hand in his pocket.

White clothes and black pants, under the sunlight, their posture is casual but romantic and unrestrained.

The back is particularly familiar and a little unfamiliar.

The man seemed to be hit by something, his eyes were stunned, and he stared at the boy in white who had already walked away.

The next second, his long legs moved, and his tall and handsome figure passed through the air and turned over and out of the window.

During the whole process, the man's movements were neat and handsome.

This made the waiter sitting in the corner full of glory.

Qin Zong jumped down from the second floor and headed straight along the street.

The moment he landed, the young man's figure had already mixed with the group of people and disappeared around the corner.

Qin Zong's cold handsome face was tense, and his usual elegant and noble actions rarely showed rapidity and urgency.

The thin lips were tightly pursed, and the color of the pupils was terrifyingly dark.

He gently leveraged his right foot on the ground, and flew out the next second and stood at the corner.

Where can I see young figures?

No movement was seen on both sides.

Qin Zong walked along the street and walked the way out the corner.

No one was seen.

"Yan Tao..."

The man trembled with thin lips and said a name very lightly from his mouth.

The tone is extremely gentle and gentle.

But in it, there are still losses and setbacks that seem to miss everything.

There is even deeper longing and regrets.

Only that little bit is missing.

The man leaned his back against the wall of the alley, and had forgotten his obsession with cleanliness. He squatted down very slowly, his fingers still unconsciously rubbing the ring between his fingers.

The moment he lowered his head, he never saw it, and the ring between his fingers lit up again.

The red light points to the right direction.

"Yan Tao..."

The sound of a very nostalgic memory seemed to fall out of thin air.

Just two short words.

But it seems to contain many complex emotions.

Missing, regret, pain... and even blame...

The leisurely young man suddenly stopped and turned around and turned around involuntarily.

The peach blossom eyes raised gently, go and see.

The people who followed him didn't know what the head of the family was looking at, but they automatically moved away and made room for the head of the family.

The street behind him was empty, and there were still the messy footprints they had just passed on.

The boy pursed his lips slightly, and his eyebrows and eyes were furrowed like ancient paintings.
Chapter completed!