Chapter 1404: Sorrowful

This made her very frustrated, looking up at the sky, the sky was pure and blue, but her heart was sad and dismal.
Could Murphy speak in heaven? But she's not a bird, she can't fly ...
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Feng Xiaoxun has not been comfortable in the past three days. He was afraid that he could not control himself to do something to hurt her under his anger, so he came out of the valley after coming out of Fang Xiyan House and came to the vast In the dust.
Depressed to explode, he ran to a tavern on the earth to drink, and drank sadness with alcohol ...
Drunk for a day, the next day after sober, people gradually calm down and finally can think normally.
What is the name of Fang Xiyan at that moment should not fall in love with that person, otherwise she would not have such a heavy feeling for that piece of white tofu ...
She called that, apparently annoying him, and wanted him to dispel the idea of ​​forcing her ...
She may not have a sweetheart yet, it should not be considered a change of heart, but-she really does not love herself! When she faced him, he could not see the slightest love in her eyes, all that was to stop fear and disdain ...
Her eyes were as dense as needles on his heart, making him want to run away, and his heart was full of sadness that he could not wait for--
Never knew that it would be so difficult to get a woman's heart! What can he do to regain her heart?
He lazily leaned out the window and looked out. People in the street came and went. These three thousand red dusts, he had not seen them for more than five hundred years.
Opposite this restaurant is a green building, which is already in the twilight hours. At the time when the business was hot there, the red sleeves were upstairs, the voice of Yingyan, and the turtle slaves greeted by the door downstairs. , A bustling scene ...
He looked at the opposite scenery, his eyes flickered slightly, and the wine glass in his hand gradually tightened.
Although Feng Xiao is looking for people, he is often surrounded by beads and green, and Yingying Yanyan is in formation, but never goes to the place of fireworks. Because of the unfortunate past of his childhood, the brothel of Qinglou became his forbidden place and never set foot in it. Whenever he saw such a place, he had an urge to destroy everything--
"This little brother, drink alone?" A voice suddenly sounded behind him.
Feng Xiaoxun's fingers were tight, but someone dare to talk to him?
He turned back lazily, and saw a man with an oil-soaked noodle standing behind him. It was the cool autumn weather, but his hand pretended to shake a fan of gold tracing chicly, his eyes were black, and his face was over-liberated.
Feng Xiaoxun turned around, the man was immediately stunning, his eyes widened suddenly, and his mouth opened into an o-shape: "You ... you ..." The saliva also flowed out.