The First Thousand Three Hundred and Forty-Eight Chapters, the Prosperous Woman, Do You Wear Books? (Forty Five)

"Is Love Gu fun?"

Meng Feimo's pupils shrank suddenly, his steps hurried, and he took a staggered step back.

Wiggling his lips weakly, he made a small pitiful voice: "What are you talking about? Why can't I understand..."

Even Meng Feimo himself thought it was ridiculous.

However, Meng Feimo's mind was blank now, and he was confused and didn't know what to say.

How did Jiu Bai know?

When did she know about it?

Is he going to lose Jiu Bai completely?

The dyed white brows were raised lightly, and the corner of her lips held a gentle smile. She stood under the sun, half of her body was hidden in the dazzling golden afterglow, dazzling like a dazzling star.

That smile radiates the beauty of the world.

"The love has already fallen, and it is difficult to take it back. The doll has been burned, and there is no turning back, the love line is broken, and the lifespan is burned." The dyed white lips lightly opened, with a thoughtful expression, between the red lips and the white teeth, a gentle lingering lingering lingering Words, with a thrilling beauty.

Word by word, articulate clearly.

With such a gentle tap on Meng Feimo's eardrum, Meng Feimo clearly didn't know what to say, so he could only step back, looking helpless.

The corners of the dyed white lips evoked an arc that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, and uttered words in a low voice, with an inexplicable expression.

She stood there with a cold and noble expression on her face.

For a moment, she seemed to be very far away from this world, and she couldn't reach it at all, and she was like a god's mansion in the sky.

In the dark eyes like ink, there is a quiet and distant gentle breath, like a pure deep blue sea, melodious and far-reaching.

"Love Gu, it's really a good thing..." She sighed slightly, her voice like a sigh.

Mo Shangren is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

Even if this sentence is applied to her, it is very suitable.

Personable, gentle as jade.

The word noble is easy to associate with her.

That is, the real demeanor of the aristocratic family.

"No, no, no..." Meng Shijun shook his head violently, denying it frantically, his voice stained with tears, and his voice gradually became sharp at the end, "It's not like this, it's not!"

Dianbai looked at Meng Feimo quietly, with clean and clear amber-like eyes, dyed with a dreamy color, but more importantly, endless calm and indifference. Even the color of his eyes is a cool light.

"The lifespan of the person who controls the Gu and the lifespan of the person who is under the Gu can only live to thirty years old." Ranbai chuckled and raised his eyebrows with interest.

Her voice was filled with a playful smile, she tilted her head and looked at Meng Feimo innocently, "Are you trying to kill me?"

Feng Luo: "..."

The host is really cruel.

Every word he said hit people's hearts.

Bloody pain.

As expected of its host.

"No!" Meng Feimo covered his ears like he was stealing a bell, and issued a sharp denial. Tears fell from his face. He shook his head frantically, crying and laughing, looking crazy and scary.

Dye Bai snorted lightly.

This person seems to be driven crazy by her, and now he is mentally ill.

"I don't want to kill you, I just want to be with you!" Meng Feimo stared at Ranbai tightly, "Trust me, I'm only for your own good, if you didn't insist on leaving me, how could I possibly Will I use love tricks on you?"

He seemed to be talking to himself or explaining to Dianbai, his tone with extreme urgency and affirmation, fluctuating high and low, madness turned into madness.

Ranbai looked at Meng Feimo indifferently, the corners of his lips curled into a mocking arc.