MTL - Rebirth Merchant: Wonderful Space Hunting for Military Officer

The black figure was wearing the body-building sculpting clothes of the Dark Guard, covering the whole body even in the summer. With a black mask, he could only see a mouth and a pair of eyes under the shadow.

Ye Meimei never noticed the body of Song Ling that she carried with her so intuitively. For both height and shape, she almost imagined Ye Lingyin so much, and her black hair was exactly the same. His pupils are deep, and there is always a hint of coldness, like the eyebrows when he first saw Shao Jiaerlang's calligraphy and painting when he was young.

Because Song Ling was a prickly face when she met for the first time, half of the face was red and ugly, and it was boring at first glance, and she never wanted to observe it at the second glance. No connection has ever existed between her and her daughter.

However, "she ... she ... she is ..." Ye Meimei had a face, opened her mouth wide, and just watched people approach. At this moment, she even reached out to take off the mask on her face. No courage.

The man walked straight to Ye Lingyin's side, and many homeowners recognized it at this time.

Isn't this the dark guard who competed with Qin Zhan that evening? The power is pretty good.

To this day, things have not been under their control and prediction. The more and more complicated developments have caused their hearts to rise and fall with the shocks one after another.

At the moment when they finally saw the black figure, they all felt a little subconsciously, perhaps under this mask, with the truth they wanted.

And this mask will be lifted by Ye Lingyin.

Although she had been prepared for a long time, her fingertips that she lifted up before her eyes still couldn't help trembling. At the moment when Su Bai's little hand gently took off the mask, there was a breeze blowing from somewhere, The faint coolness stirred a black hair, the wind stopped, and the hair fell. The clear face presented to the crowd made everyone around him unable to bear a breath.

Under the black mask, the young girl's fair face had long been free of pockmarks and red marks. Her facial features were exquisite, her face was cold, her eyebrows were far away, and her lips were like a natural ink painting. It was as beautiful as a fairy. breath.

It was supposed to be a beautiful one, but it was just like Ye Lingyin.

No, it's not clear who Ye Lingyin is right now.

"Oh, like, really like pores, even pores are the same." Ye Lingyin touched the face in front of her with trembling fingertips, from the clean forehead to the brows, nose bridge, lips, every detail I looked at it carefully, and finally murmured, "I have made it like you for so many years. It is really beautiful."

This was her heartfelt sentiment, without boasting.

She looked at the mirror countless times before, and thought about it countless times. Is the deity's appearance really so ingenious and perfect?

When I saw it now, I knew it was better than it was.

"How did you find me?" Song Ye felt slightly awkward when being touched by the same person, but she didn't dodge. She knew that in this world who was qualified to touch her in this way, except Qin Zhan, was Ye Lingyin.

It was just she was curious about how she exposed her in front of her.

"Huh? The first time I saw it, I knew it was you." At that time, she was still at the disciple contest. She saw the figure standing on the high platform from afar, and she recognized it when she saw that outline. She looked at Song Ye and seemed to hold it in disbelief, with a tick on her mouth, a bit of Song Ye-like fun, holding Song Ye's face with both hands, chuckling: "I have studied the most in the past ten years. People are you. Everywhere in your body, words and deeds, I have n’t seen them for more than a decade. I know you better than anyone, but I do n’t know your name. "

Know more than anything, but don't know the other person's name.

This thing sounds wonderful, but under the manipulation of Ye Meijing, it has become an absurd reality.

"Song Ye, my name is Song Ye." Song Ye said softly, completing her last bit of information.

"Song Ye ... Song Ye ... I remember." Ye Lingyin muttered a few times, seemingly to deepen his memory, and then smiled suddenly, like a simple happy child.

Suddenly, a high-decibel scream came from the side, and Ye Meijing took a step back and fell into a chair.

Everyone looked over and found that her face was pale as paper, and her expression was no longer calm and calm, "No, impossible, why are you here, you should not be here, this is not where you should be!"

She stared at Song Ye violently, shaking her fingers violently, grabbing her fingers on the handle of the chair, and raising her hand sharply, pointing at her and yelling, "Kill me, kill her, kill her! "

kill! kill! kill!

Three consecutive sounds exhausted her strength. Facing her daughter who had met for the first time in eighteen years, she did not touch her guilt and thoughts. Some were only fear, fear of deepening her bone marrow.

The longer she sat in this position, the deeper her fear became.

She tried hard to get all these things today, and she couldn't ruin Song Ye in this way.

At that moment, Song Ye saw in her eyes the same madness as Ye Lingyin. In these eighteen years of transformation, it was not only Ye Lingyin who was tortured and mad.

In fact, Ye Meimei's heart has already been distorted.

For two generations, Song Ye saw his mother the same ending again.

Song Ye was able to obtain from his mother only one case of killing.

She was slain for eleven lives in her previous life and almost died. What will happen in this life?

There was a thump, and another slap on the table. The coffee table under Shao Yichen's hand was shattered instantly, and he had stood upright, with a strong killing and majesty on his cold face.

"Today I want to see who dares to touch my daughter of Shao Yichen." Even if Shao Yichen had been doing nothing for years, he was unwilling to be involved in the family's intrigue, but this did not mean that he could be bullied on his head, especially by moving On his daughter's head.

This voice, full of coercion, shook the siege of the undercover dare not to do anything, even Ye Meijing's face froze in place.

"Shao Yichen ... Are you going to fight against me in the courtroom?" Ye Meijing's feelings about this man still remain in his youth. When he raised his pen to paint for himself, he stayed full of himself when he filled his mouth. When love doesn't open.

So Shao Yichen's blatant hostility at this time made her difficult to adapt for a while.

It seemed that things were out of her control. She thought that she had been firmly in control of the things in her palm. In a blink of an eye, it seemed to be gone.