Chapter 905: I am your wife

His indifferent voice shattered her last look, and the last blood on Luo Qingyu's face had disappeared.
Slightly pursed his eyes, seeming a bitter smile, but also self-deprecating self-deprecating: "Why-it's not me who has amnesia ..."
Turn around and step out.
"Live!" Di Shiyin suddenly called to her.
Luo Qingyu stunned, turned his head back, his dark eyes stared at him: "What ... what?"
Did he remember something?
The expectations in those eyes were too obvious, and Di Shiyin's mind was slightly moved again, saying gently: "You just called me to be a master, but I don't remember accepting you as an apprentice. Do you have any proof ...
It turned out he didn't remember anything.
Luo Qingyu was disappointed and closed her eyes slightly.
"Yes," she replied, remembering the bracelet on her wrist and curling up her sleeves: "I have you for me ..."
Without saying a word, pause again!
There was nothing on her bright white wrist, and the ink black bracelet she could not take off could not be removed!
Did it go to the upper arm?
Luo Qingyu couldn't help but pulled his sleeve up again, exposing Bai Shengsheng's arm—
No! absolutely not!
That black bracelet disappeared!
The light of Di Shiyin's eyes turned on her arm, and she slightly condensed!
Coldly: "Luo Qingyu, do you say you have married me?"
"Yes! We got married in the Nether for two years ..." Luo Qingyu answered subconsciously.
"So-what's going on with Miyasa on your arm?" Emperor Shiyin said slowly, his voice could not tell the mood.
Mori sand? When did she have that Rush? !!
Luo Qingyu's heart sank, and she took a subconscious look at her arm, as if she had been chopped by thunder, stiffened there!
Her snow-white and rosy arms really had a red cinnabar mole with the size of beans, which was the rumored sand of the palace!
Why is there such a thing on her arm? !!
Don't say that she is no longer a virgin. Even if she is a virgin, she has not ordered the feudal dregs? !!
She looked up suddenly: "No, this is not Miyasa! This ... what mole is this ..."
Di Shiyin's narrow and long beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, his sleeves flicked, Luo Qingyu's arm suddenly hurt, he was taken a few steps closer, almost flung into his arms.
She settled quickly, her eyes widened: "You ..."
His sleeve was passing over the sand of her arms, and Luo Qingyu felt a pain in the place where he was passing by. He resisted the desire to withdraw her arm: "What are you doing?"
His sleeve finally dangled, revealing Luo Qingyu's jade arm, and the fender sand on the jade arm still stubbornly existed, like an ironclad proof, proving Luo Qingyu's 'lie'.
"It's true." Di Shiyin said slowly, telling a fact coldly: "If this seat is married to you for two years, how can it not move you?"
Luo Qingyu took a step back and took a step back. She just wanted to laugh, she wanted to laugh!
He lingered with her for two years, but he did not expect that she could still have a grim sand, representing her virginity--