In the face of Ji Ye's rare nagging, Chu Ru Si smiles and pats Ji ye on the shoulder: "it's OK, there's Ji ye, no fear. I'll go first. You have a rest. You look really tired. "

"Go away, worry about yourself." Ji Yijun laughed and scolded.

Ji Yijun looked at Chu as he left, his eyes filled with heavy thought, as if he was extremely tired.

I admire Chu like this. I know where my woman is. I can pursue her without death.

Yeah.

But what about him?

No one knows where it is!

Song Ci, this damned woman!

How dare she run, how dare she really run!

……

Right now.

Song Ci is in the remote Amazon jungle, she seems to be fatless, to see this beautiful world.

She is very young. She was raised by Ji ye for six years. To her, the world doesn't exist. She was raised by Ji ye for six years.

She has forgotten how high the sky and wide the sea are in this world.

She has no hobbies, no skills, life seems to exist for Ji Yijun.

Now, she tore her heart and left the man.

Suddenly found that the world is really big, very dangerous.

She waited under the huge tree, squinting, waiting for the sunset.

In this great forest, waiting for the most beautiful sunset.

She looked at the blood, and thought of the time when she met Ji Yijun.

In the evening of that day, she was forced onto the stage and became an object.

……

Song Ci met Ji Qianjun for the first time at the age of 20.

Although the meeting place is not beautiful at all, it is in the famous entertainment place of Tongcheng - yeqingcheng.

She is a down and out daughter, who was brought from the distant Yunjing city to pay off her debt.

However, she couldn't resist and jumped directly from the second floor.

It's a coincidence that Ji Qianjun was 23 years old. She happened to come to yeqingcheng to have fun. She jumped down from the second floor with great agility. She jumped up in three or two steps and picked her up.

A strong man is like a quick leopard. His muscles are booming. His whole body is full of the strong smell of male hormones. Even his eyebrows and eyes are cold and hard. It's really like that sentence - knife cutting.

Ji Qianjun looked down at the little beauty in her arms. She wore a butterfly mask and covered half of her face, leaving only a jade chin and a pink cherry mouth.

He couldn't see her clearly, but he felt that the one in his arms must be a peerless beauty: "well, why can't you think so much?"

Song Ci Shua, tears fell down, where good, she was very depressed. Their family is also well-known in Yunjing City, but once their business failed, since they have come to such a situation.

Ji Qianjun saw that she was crying desolately. Instead, he laughed. The man's voice was clear with a trace of craziness: "since you are so unhappy, how about you follow me?"

"I don't want it." She obstinately issued her own voice, she is a person, why be regarded as goods trading?

Ji Qianjun released her and pushed her to the staff of nightfall: "it's ok if you don't follow me. It's up to you."

Song Ci has a pale face and stares at Ji Qianjun. He saves her, but he still pushes her back to the fire pit.

He should have let her fall, half dead, face first!

She was controlled by the staff, how to struggle to earn, despair spread in my heart.

Yes, she couldn't escape. At the age of 18, she fell into the abyss.