After Wearing a White Moonlight Stand-in

The latest chapter after wearing a white moonlight stand-in!

Qiao Wan didn't even look at the severed finger on her left hand, and continued to play beads.

The crystal ball rolled down, and the colorful porcelain woman smiled: "Black, one inch."

Meng Canglang nodded slightly and saw that the incense stick in front of him had been cut in half again, leaving only the pitiful half.

The colorful porcelain woman said lightly: "Black, two inches."

With the sound of scissors rising and falling, at this point, the incense stick in front of Meng Canglang was only about an inch long.

Qiao Wan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she took a deep breath in her heart. There was only one chance. If this time was so wrong, Meng Canglang was probably the first unlucky person who was dragged to death by her dark face.

Although Qiao Wan was not to blame, Fang Lingqing couldn't help but beating a small drum in his heart when he saw the incense stick being cut short inch by inch, and said in astonishment, "What kind of **** luck is Lu Cixian."

Qiao Wan clenched the crystal ball tightly and couldn't help but glance at Meng Canglang.

Eyes met, Meng Canglang, with long blood-stained hair scattered, sat upright in the cage, his eyes still filled with a hint of encouragement.

Of course, he was also afraid of death. Meng Canglang looked at the iron cage silently, but if he died here, it would be God's will, and it was him that Meng Canglang deserved to die here today, which has nothing to do with Lu Cixian. The burden of human life is too heavy and should not be carried by Lu Cixian.

So even if he was afraid of death, he wanted to reassure Lu Cixian as much as possible. Lu Cixian was as young as Xiaofang, and it was easy to take a sideways sword.

The elders of Chongde Ancient Garden once said that his personality was too calm and peaceful, and he lacked the sharpness of young people. However, Meng Canglang felt that there was nothing wrong with this. The young man likes to act impulsive and to be on the top of his head. He saw it openly, and his heart was open.

The moment their eyes met, what Qiao Wan saw in Meng Canglang's eyes was: Daoyou Lu, even if you don't worry, even if you die here today, I will never hold any grudges.

Qiao Wan pursed her lips and her eyes were bright: I won't let you die.

The young man's eyes are too firm and bright, like a sharp blade that goes forward and breaks through the blood-colored fog. The young man sitting in the iron cage was shocked, his heart suddenly skipped a beat, and then an inexplicable warmth and trust filled him.

Qiao Wan turned her eyes back to the first chapter of the round: Pan, and began to think about the feasibility of the first chapter of the round: Pan.