Chapter 1321

Master Qin slowly held a glass of wine.

In other words, I don't know what this wine is made of.

It tastes like on earth.

The man's posture was cold and indifferent, but the ring between his fingers suddenly flashed a light of light red.

Qin Zong gave a slight pause.

I thought I was wrong.

His deep Phoenix eyes stared at the ring between his fingers. The dark fundus of his eyes seemed to be a bottomless hole, and he couldn't even reflect the light.

Waiting for a long time, I haven't seen the light on the ring again.

Qin Zong's thin lips were slightly pursed, and his eyebrows and eyes showed a color of doubt.

The man took off the ring.

Slender fingers like jade gently pinched the silver ring and shook it at the fingertips.

Deep eyes.

But the ring was quiet, as if the red light just now was his illusion.

Seeing that Qin Zong had not moved for a long time, Lian Feng raised his eyes, "Sir, what's the matter with you?"

Qin Zong put the ring back on again, looked sideways, and glanced at the street outside.

Carelessly, I saw a figure as slender as jade.

There were few people in the street, and the boy put one hand in his pocket.

White clothes and black pants, under the sun, the posture is loose but wanton.

The back is very familiar and strange.

The man seemed to be hit by something. His eyes were stunned. He stared at the white boy who had walked out of the distance for a moment.

The next second, the long legs moved, and the tall and handsome figure crossed in the air and turned out of the window.

The whole process, the man's action is crisp, handsome and beautiful.

It made the waiter sitting in the corner look colorful.

Qin Zong jumped down from the second floor and ran straight down the street.

At the moment he landed, the young man's figure had mixed with the group and disappeared around the corner.

Qin Zong's cold handsome face was tight, and his usual elegant and noble movements showed a rare urgency and urgency at the moment.

The thin lips are tight, and the color of the pupils is terrible.

With his right foot on the ground, he flew out the next second and stood at the corner.

Where can I see a young figure.

There was no movement on the left and right.

Qin Zong walked all the way out of the corner along the street.

No one was seen.

"Yan Tao..."

The man's thin lips trembled, and a name came out of his mouth very gently.

The tone is very gentle and soft.

But among them, it is also mixed with the loss and frustration of missing everything.

More deep thoughts and regrets.

Just that.

The man leaned back against the wall of the roadway, forgot his cleanliness, squatted down very slowly, and his fingers were still unconsciously rubbing the ring between his fingers.

The moment he hung his head, he didn't see it, and the ring between his fingers lit up again.

The red light points to the right.

"Yan Tao..."

It seems to be a voice of great nostalgia, as if it fell out of thin air.

Just two words.

But it seems to contain many complex emotions.

Miss, regret, pain... And even blame

The leisurely young man suddenly stopped and turned back involuntarily.

Peach blossom eyes rise gently, go and have a look.

The people who followed didn't know what the owner was looking at, but they automatically moved away and made room for the owner.

The streets behind him were empty, and the messy footprints they had just walked over remained on the ground.

The young man pursed his lips slightly and frowned like an ancient painting.

In the lane, only raindrops fell down the eaves, making a clear sound of falling water.