Every Day the Protagonist Wants to Capture Me

The sky is bloody.

There was still a residue in his ear to surround the drunkenness and shouting during the war. Lu Qianan broke free of the chains of his master's esteem and rushed to the battlefield with the same madness, searching around in vain.

“Easy, don't let me down.” The master of Tianyuan Gate sighed with his bare hands and coughed a few times. He had been attacked in secret before, and his serious injuries had not healed. He locked Lu Qianan in the back of the mountain. I didn't expect Lu Qianan to hear about the mirror door being surrounded or rushed out.

Lu Qingan's lips were silent, and there was another layer of gloom and pain in the cold color of the god. At this moment, naturally/aesthetically, he turned his hands on his body without a shred, and his brain was confused.

… what if we find him?

His soul has scattered...

What if we don't find it?

Didn't find it, does it mean that he has no trace of the last thing in the world...

Every thought is like a sharp blade, cruelly stuck in his already sore heart, almost numb in pain. The voice behind him was still ringing, sighing:

“I know you have been saved by him. Since then, he has often dived into the door to accompany you. Your feelings are deep, but you can't get involved in magic repairs...”

Lu Qianan paused. When his mind was confused to the extreme, he could not think of anything. He whined and gasped. He shook his body and suddenly fell on his knees. The blood-soaked black land was cold and cold, but Lu Qianan's eyes lit up with a shadow.

“… mindfulness. ”

He finally opened his mouth, his eyes filled with pain, his voice hoarse and trembling.

“Sincerely... Sincerely..."

“I'm here.”

Lu Qingan suddenly woke up.

Turning his head without expression, he glanced slightly and saw a person leaning beside him, the moonlight spilled through the window, coldly penetrating his somewhat illusory body, while his eyebrows were clear.

Seeing Lu Qingan wake up, he missed the deeper smile on his lips, holding his hand down and leaning against him, and rubbing fluidly on his face with cold crystalline tears on his slender fingers.

“Well, Ann, how did you wake up crying my name? Think of me like that? ”

Lu Qiangan looked at him silently.

His soul is almost warm. In a few days, he can be reintegrated into the soul. But when the soul was unconsciously drifting for a hundred years, the damaged memories would probably not be returned... without the memories of the past, or sincerity?

But remembering those things is also a relief for him...

“Mindfulness. ”

“Hmm?”

“Hands off. ”

Shenzhen smiled and shouted. He glanced at Lu Qianan, whose coat revealed his chest slightly. He picked his eyebrows and suddenly clutched his hand around his neck. His lips deliberately and inadvertently rubbed on his lips: “Ann, I seem to have really forgotten a lot, but seeing your body is really familiar. Otherwise, we could have slept together a few times and maybe remembered...”

Lu Qiangan's heart fluctuated nothing. He pushed his face away and turned over. “If you don't want to go back to your body, just say so. ”

Shenzhen immediately realistically shut up, sighed, looked down at Lu Qiangan's revealed shoulder, lifted the quilt up, looked at him for a moment, always thought this scene was familiar.

I thought about it for a while and thought about it in front of me.

Though he can't remember, he remembers someone who seemed to wake up every morning a long time ago with a slight frown in his arms. Instead of waking him up, he stared quietly at his sleep until his eyelashes fluttered and he was about to wake up and immediately closed his eyes, pretending that he was still asleep, and then heard the sound of his dressing softly. After a while, he would wake him up to practice his sword, unable to wake up, then reach out and push him. He took the opportunity to pull him into bed, press him under his body to kiss him deeply, and see his face slightly reddish, even though he had no expression, smiling happily.

... It seems to be the best memory, deeply in the soul, when I think about it, I think that although the face of the memory is blurred, he can be sure that it is Lu Qianan.

“Ann...”

Shenzhen laughed and screamed, but nothing happened.

Really, Mingduo said something about the past, maybe he can remember, but he has to hide it. Even if something big happened to him before he died, isn't it over?

* * *

Lu Qiangan traveled with Shen Xiaoyun Quarter. Three years after the end of the Orthodox War, he finally returned Shen Xin's soul to power.

At the beginning, the body found in the mirror flower environment had been properly collected by him, and the first thing was to jump up and hold his head to observe his condition Lu Qianan, exaggerated and laughed three times, open his mouth on Lu Qianan's face, just a bite.

Lu Qianan's face suddenly darkened, and the cold between his waist was extremely spiritual. He immediately rubbed out of the sheath with a cool golden sword.

Though it fell into the Golden Dan period, Shenzhen Yu was not afraid at all. He skilfully jumped away. He picked his toes and kicked the imbalance out of Lu Qianan's waist. He was forced to draw his sword and stab Lu Qianan.

“Come and fight! Don't use your powers. I won. Sleep with me tonight! ”

Before that, it was a state of divine soul. Lu Qiangan would not mind anything. But now he belongs, according to Lu Qiang Anna, you have to kick him off.

Lu Qiangan's eyes were a little surprised. Obviously, he didn't understand why Shen Zhen was holding his sword in his arms. His body retracted and wanted to jump out the window first. They are now living in the inn. If they fight in the house, if they don't pay attention, the whole inn will have to be scrapped.

Mindfulness immediately saw his intentions, the long sword trembled, without any spiritual power, but saved several swordlights, the light shadow and entity staggered, Lu Qianan had to turn back and dismantle the trick, a few times was forced out of the window by Mindfulness.

Mindfulness can be chopped regardless of the sword, Lu Qiangan takes into account a lot, some restraints, and from time to time also blocks the imbalance to the apparatus in the house. Plus his swordsmanship in the mood, is regained grandeur, and it is simply a slaughter sword method, in this small space, on top of the strong and unharmed sincerity, only the part of the backward, by the end of the day the cold in his hands even provoked by a sword, he was forced to the corner, against the wall, some helplessly looking in front of hey smiling sincerity.

… it was not forced to do so many years ago.

Pushing people to the corner, mindfulness satisfied, throwing away the imbalance, looking at Lu Qianan hey funny, friction fist rubbing hands, “Yo, little beauty, you lost. ”

With a melting smile in his eyebrow cage, he held Lu Qianan's head with one hand. He lowered his head and approached his face: “Ann, why don't you talk? ”

Lu Qingan looked at him unemotionally: “Out of the way. ”

Mindfulness, long eyebrows picked, but closer, the nose tip almost met Lu Qianan's nose tip, four eyes opposite, warm exhalation blended, seemed to smell a light fragrance.

“… Ann. ”

The sincere heartbeat had no reason to miss a beat, put away the dishonest face, the heart flashed, provoked Lu Qianan to go down, and kissed up.

... even if they kick it off the next minute, it's not a good idea to make more money for yourself.

Unexpectedly not kicked open.

Lu Qiangan's lips were suddenly bitten. His cold face had cracks in silk, and some were suddenly and somewhat shocked. He seemed to have forgotten to resist. He glanced slightly and frowned, wondering if it was pain or something.

The lips enclosed by myself were soft as petals, wrapped around each other, the mindful mind flashed a blurred impression, trying to deepen this kiss against Lu Qianan's teeth, the window suddenly heard a "ding”.

The room was filled with boundaries and a note crashed into it.

Lu Qingan's rare and weak colour immediately came to an end, as if he had just recovered. His face sank and pushed away the sincerity. He walked up to the window to pick up the note.

Mindfulness stands in place with complex faces.

Old man, who's bad for him!

Shen Xin followed the past with resentment and happened to hear a clear voice from the young man in the musical note: “… Father has woken up and wants to personally thank the teacher, please return to Fanfeng Valley. ”

Shenzhen sighed and wanted to hold Lu Qianan's neck. Lu Qianan relaxed behind him and staggered his hand. He watched the musical note at his fingertips turn to ash, before loosening some of the divine color and softening a lot, “Nice. ”

Mindfulness missed, did not give up. He grabbed Lu Qianan's waist and hurried to say before he was opened by Lu Qianan Zhen: “Who? Your apprentice? His father's back? Really? Ah, there's a real ghost land, Ann, I've been dead for so many years. Have you ever wanted to find a ghost land to resurrect me? ”

After a series of problems, Lu Qianan couldn't help but slightly frowned and forgot to push him away. He turned his head and looked at him slightly: “No. ”

Mindfulness broke into hearts: “An An...”

Lu gently sighed: “I had never heard of Xuan Realm. ”

Mindful of eyebrow, smile immediately, sweet heart.

Lu Qiangan can still hear some doorways.

At least we can hear Lu Qiangan once thought of how to revive him, or find his soul, or perhaps his body... Anyway, it's just that he misses him, it's like he misses someone in his heart for more than a hundred years.

Chu Yu deliberately sent a musical note, Lu Qiangan did not intend to delay, put the silver money on the table, and immediately stood up the sword. Still not flying, the back of the ground sank, Lu Qingan turned his face cold, and saw Shen Xian standing behind him smiling: “Don't look at me like that, it's been floating around for 100 years, suddenly there's a body not fit, take me? ”

Lu gently looked at him indifferently.

Shen Min started selling tragically: “Ann, you don't know, I woke up and found myself drifting in the ruins of the mausoleum, the ruins of the mausoleum were messy, I almost got swallowed up by some rubbish, escaped several times in death, my soul almost really scattered, it took me a long time to find the method of formation, but even if I started the method of formation without my body, I couldn't leave, I was lonely for a hundred years...”

Lu Qingan's forehead blubber jumped: “Shut up. ”

Then he went to Jiao Xia.

Mindful of the corner of his lip, he grabbed his waist and held him almost in his arms. Deep to the soul's familiarity makes his eyes slightly warm, familiar enough to want to rub the person in his arms into his own bone blood, never to separate again.

“Ann.” Sincerely low voice, “I worked hard... waited 100 years for me, it must be lonely too. ”

Lu Qiangan trembled slightly and closed his eyes. He was going to shake off his hand, but this time he couldn't do it.

Mindfulness laughed silently and lowered his head to kiss his hair and looked away.

This man, although cold as ice, is very honest...

One day he will talk to himself about the past.