MTL - Quick Transmigration Counterattack: Mysterious Boss, Don’t Tease-Chapter 3345 Real world 695

Chapter 3345, Real World 695

An invisible force lifted Xue Qian up, and as the wind diverged, it flew into the night sky and disappeared into the night.

On the official road outside the city of Chang'an, the wind will leave the people.

The wind is still unable to get out of the illusion, and he has already expected such a result.

His character is simple, after seeing those pictures, and after understanding the desperation, he will certainly live in self-blame and remorse in the future, and he will not be able to release all the things he has committed in his life.

"If you have a sincere heart for your nephew, and you have a guilt, don't appear in front of her again. You shouldn't know what kind of pain she will suffer every time she faces you."

In this way, the wind is no longer a word, and disappears directly from the place.

Xue Qian fell to the ground and the whole person fell into a self-realization situation.

The sun rises on the day, and pedestrians appear on the official road. When the business travels come and go through him, they will look down on him, with curiosity and attention in their eyes.

"Mother, what happened to that little brother? His appearance looks so sad." A little boy asked innocently.

"Boa, don't approach him."

The man's mother grabbed the hand of the little boy who was about to touch Xue Qian and hurriedly took him away.

When the sunset rose, Xue Qianyi sat there, and the whole person seemed to become a fossil.

Until the second day, he did not fall down physically.

A passing carriage, seeing the fallen man on the ground, stopped the carriage.

"Miss, someone on the road fell to the ground."

The curtains opened, and a beautiful and beautiful woman came out of the carriage. He stepped forward and looked at the people on the ground.

"Looking at some familiar eyes, I seem to have seen it." The woman whispered in her mouth.

"Awang, put him on the carriage."

The driver said that he would pick up Xue Qian and send it to the carriage.

When Xue Qian woke up, he found himself lying on a strange bed, and everything in the house was strange.

Just then, the door slammed open and a beautiful woman walked into the room.

Xue Qian did not seem to see her, hurriedly groping on his body, seems to be looking for something.

The woman saw his move and said, "Are you looking for this?"

Xue Qian looked up and saw a book in the woman's hand. It was the poison that the rain gave him.

"Get it." The sound has been unusually hoarse for a long time.

The Qingli woman was treated like this for the first time. Which man saw her was not so good and pleased, how can he be so ignorant and rude.

Xue Qian did not pay attention to the woman's emotions, and all his attention was placed on the book.

He carefully held the book and his tears fell again.

As soon as you close your eyes, there will be a scene in which you can’t look back.

The beautiful woman saw him crying, was shocked, and looked at him with some helplessness.

"what happened to you?"

Xue Qian did not speak, and he saw him tearing the poison into pieces.

The woman in the beautiful city saw his move, and the beautiful eyes were round and round, and he was very puzzled by his actions.

Only then did he see his emphasis on the book. Obviously, this book is different for him, but he does not understand why he wants to tear this book away.

"Is it not important to you? Why are you tearing it off?" the woman asked.

Xue Qian walked away from her side, walked out of the inn and disappeared into the crowd.

Ps: Ink said that they will end soon, without saying anything wrong.

In fact, this ending is that Moye has long thought about it. Whether it is from the perspective of past life or from the perspective of this life. I haven't read your message before, because I am afraid to change your mind after reading your message.

Sure enough, it is correct to not see it. If I see so many people can't understand the rain, even some people say that the rain should not do this, according to the temper of the ink lord to rewrite their endings.

As an author, I can understand the mood of each character and understand their pain and hate. The where and how each character goes, all according to the character's character, style of work, plot line, and reasonable arrangement.

This month, the "mysterious boss" is over, and the last month, the little cutes will give this book a last vote.

(End of this chapter)