Chapter 439

The car sped down the road.

Not until he reached the top of the mountain did Yi Xiaoqiao react that he had followed a stranger who looked like Mu Yian to a strange place.

It's terrible.

I was so stupid that I thought he was really Mu Yian?

Not to mention that Mu Yian can't live to the present, even if he can live for a thousand years, can he still wear books? Even if he can read, wear and cross, he can dissect. He kills many people and can dissect. But he can drive. Isn't this a joke!

Yi Xiaoqiao feels so weird.

The car has been parked on the roof for some time. Neither of them spoke.

Yi Xiaoqiao grabbed his seat belt and whispered, "actually, my family doesn't have much money."

“……”

"It's no use kidnapping me."

"You followed me."

"I......" Yi Xiaoqiao sipped his lips depressed: "sorry, I misunderstood, you and me... I......"

She didn't know what to call Mu Yi'an. She said that it was strange to be a boyfriend, that her husband was also strange, and that her husband... Who believes it!

"The person I love looks a little like me. I misunderstood."

"The one you love?"

Yi Xiaoqiao nodded, "well, I'm sorry."

He smiled: "do you love him very much?"

Do you love it?

Yi Xiaoqiao doesn't know, but she hasn't come out yet. Although she thinks it's a dream, the feeling in the dream is too real. She doesn't know how to be so sure that she loves Mu Yian.

After a while, Yi Xiaoqiao nodded his head fiercely: "well, love."

"Oh!" Yi Xiaoqiao widened his eyes and looked at the person in front of him. The soft touch on his lips seemed to have his own taste. The faint fragrance filled Yi Xiaoqiao's nasal cavity.

She hurriedly pushed him away and covered her lips: "what are you doing!"

When the words fell, I found that his eyes were red with tears: "I thought you must have forgotten me."

Yi Xiaoqiao was a little confused: "you... You don't really want to tell me that you are Mu Yian?"

"I've been looking for you for a long time. It's a thousand years."

"..." you're writing a novel here.

Novels dare not make up like this.

"Don't you believe me?"

"You take the evidence!"

Mu Yian rolled up his sleeve and showed a faint trace on his arm, like a blooming flower.

Yi Xiaoqiao knew that it was a blue and white insect, but she remembered that the blue and white insect should be a deep trace. How could it become so shallow?

"This..."

"Lin Yi didn't lie to me. Blue and white insects can really make people live for a long time, but blue and white insects don't live forever. They will also decline. They will lose their function in another few decades at most." Mu Yi'an reached out and rubbed her hair: "fortunately, I waited for you."

It was a familiar feeling. Every action and voice line was her familiar appearance. Yi Xiaoqiao's heart trembled and tentatively called him: "Mu Yian?"

"Yes." Mu Yi'an answered with a smile.

Yi Xiaoqiao's eyes were a little fuzzy. She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes: "what's the matter with you... You and Xiaoqiao?"

"..." Mu Yi'an saw her angry red eyes and suddenly smiled silently: "don't worry, I haven't touched her since you left."

Yi Xiaoqiao blushed as if she hated it.

"Who asked you?"

"When she woke up, I found that it wasn't you, but I didn't dare to let her go. I don't know if you will come back. I can only take her with me." Mu Yian looked at her askew: "you said you would come back. I've been waiting for you, and then you... Never came back."

"Then why are you here? It should be a book. Why are you here? Is this reality?"

Yi Xiaoqiao is a little confused.

"Books? I don't know." Muyian himself didn't understand the situation at all.

He just wanted to live and wait for Yi Xiaoqiao, so he tried to live. He watched the people around him grow old and die, and he was always so young. He once lamented the passage and fragility of life, but as long as he thought that Yi Xiaoqiao was still waiting for himself in the future, he worked harder and harder to live.

He didn't dare to neglect. He was afraid that he couldn't keep up with the pace of this era. He was afraid that he would meet Yi Xiaoqiao in the future. He didn't deserve her, so he had been studying hard. Fortunately, the old God had pity on him and finally let him see Yi Xiaoqiao.

When he first saw her, he didn't even dare to look up at her for fear that it was his own illusion or that people were similar. After all, he had seen too many similar people in the past millennium.

"That's right." Yi Xiaoqiao suddenly remembered something and reached out to pick Mu Yian's clothes.

He is wearing a shirt today, and the button is very abstinent. He buckled it to the top one. Yi Xiaoqiao took off the button regardless of the thirty-seven and twenty-one. The button collapsed and fell on the car, revealing his chest. A stitched wound on the top is like a blooming flower, which meets Yi Xiaoqiao's eyes.

After a thousand years of indelible traces, Yi Xiaoqiao finally determined that he was really Mu Yian.

Fingertips gently stroked the trace, and Yi Xiaoqiao couldn't tell whether she was sad or happy. If she thought she was listening to a joke at first, now she really felt the reality.

Mu Yian, he's alive, right by his side.

Yi Xiaoqiao's ear was close to his chest. Listening to the powerful heartbeat, he couldn't help crying.

"Sorry to have kept you looking for so long."

Muyi'an pinched her chin, forced her to look up and gently kissed her lips: "fortunately, I found it."

Yes, fortunately, I found it.

There was not much left in his life. He spent his life looking for her. No matter what he did, no matter how many places he walked in the world, no step or time did not miss her. At this time, he really touched her and kissed her. Mu Yi'an only felt unprecedented perfection.

Yi Xiaoqiao indulged in his tenderness and felt that he was trembling with excitement, so he put his arms around his neck and eagerly responded to him. They were not the kind of people who had never experienced love. At this time, they were naturally dry firewood and fire.

"Hmm..." Yi Xiaoqiao broke out in a cold sweat: "it hurts."

Mu Yi flattened the chair, turned over and pressed her under her: "Little Joe, you don't seem to be the same as before?"

"You're not very sick. You remember the things a thousand years ago. Besides, this is my body. I'm still a place..." Yi Xiaoqiao said as if enlightened: "wait, that doesn't mean you took advantage of others before!"

“……”

"Hooligans!" Yi Xiaoqiao bit him.

Mu Yi'an felt pain and took a breath of air conditioning: "... Why don't you make some sense? It's clear that you use other people's bodies. You blame me. I haven't blamed you for lying to me with fake bodies!"

"At that time, we were married, and we are not married yet..." Yi Xiaoqiao only felt a bolt from the blue: "yes, we are not married yet. My mother won't hit me?"

"Mu Yi'an, stop for me, alas..."

Mu Yi'an stopped and looked at a loss: "sorry, I didn't mean to."

Yi Xiaoqiao's tears came out: "you... Hurt... Go on, what's the matter if you stop!"

"Aren't you afraid to fight?"

"Anyway, it's all like this. I'll be beaten sooner or later. If you don't continue, I won't be beaten in vain?"

"Madam, you are very intelligent." Mu Yi'an smiled happily and held her hand tightly: "don't worry, I'll take it for you."

"Mu Yi'an, don't think you say that. I can't see that you sell well when you get a bargain."

Mu Yi'an smiled: "madam, don't worry. I'll propose marriage at your house when I go back."

"You've lived for a thousand years, you old monster. I won't marry you."

Mu Yi'an raised her eyebrows and grabbed her little chin: "Oh? Who is that lady going to marry?"

"I want you to take care of it."

"No matter who dares to marry you, I dare to destroy him. I want to see who dares to touch me."

That night, Yi Xiaoqiao couldn't go home.

The next day, Yi Xiaoqiao was chased two blocks by Yi's mother's rolling pin.

Half a year later, he finally received his marriage certificate at the urging of Mu Yian.

Yi Xiaoqiao looked at the marriage certificate: "you're not a black family. It's great."

Mu Yi'an raised his eyebrows and asked, "only this is powerful?"

Yi Xiaoqiao held for a long time: "age is also very strong."

I've lived for a thousand years. I'm only 28 on my ID card. It's too tender!

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