"certainly not!"
She retorted loudly, and gave Mo Yishen a sharp look. From Mo Yishen's eyes, her cute and charming look became more and more charming.
He couldn't help laughing anymore, his smile was **** and presumptuous.
Annoyed, Qin Tianyue stomped **** the ink and snorted, "Open and open, do you think I'm afraid?"
She walked forward and looked at an obvious gem button on the coffin. She stretched out her hand and pressed the button. The gem button sank in. Only a dull sound was heard. The coffin slid forward, slowly revealing the inside of the coffin. The sight.
Qin Tianyue took a deep breath and walked forward. Mo Yishen also followed her towards the front.
"This"
She stood there in surprise, she was already mentally prepared, but when she saw the scene in front of her, she couldn't help being shocked in the same place.
Inside the coffin, a tall and handsome figure is tightly holding the other slim and slender figure. The faces of the two are handsome and beautiful, but they are still asleep after a thousand years of death. A closer look at the faces of the two seem to be blushing. Similar.
The man wore a purple python robe, a jade crown tied with hair, a smooth, ink-painted sword eyebrow under his smooth forehead, and his narrow eyes closed tightly, unable to see its brilliance. Under his stiff, hooked nose was a familiar thin lip, even if it was. Death also exudes the aura of a pure and noble emperor. Generally speaking, if those eyes are opened, they will be exactly the same as the man standing in front of her.
The woman didn't have any luxurious clothes. She was dressed in a purple dress of the same color as the man. Her hair was draped over her shoulders. She didn't have any magnificent steps. There was only a simple camellia hosta stuck in the top of her hair.
She knew that the hosta was given by Yingdi Yingshen, because there was a scene in the mural where the host was given by Yingdi to Qin Shiyue.
This is not the point. The point is that Qin Shiyue in front of her is exactly the same as her. If she changes into Qin Shiyues clothes at this time and her hairstyle is the same as Qin Shiyues, I am afraid that no one will recognize her and Qin Shiyue. The difference.
Their eyebrows and eyes are so similar, even the look and temperament with closed eyes are exactly the same, but Qin Shiyue who is asleep is a little bit more than her is the smile that blooms from the bottom of her heart, she thought, maybe Qin Shiyue died She was also happy at the time, because she died in the arms of her beloved.
Maybe a thousand years ago, she also said to that person, no matter what, at least they have been together, so there will be no regrets.
Perhaps at the moment of death, their hands were tightly clasped together, just as they are now.
What kind of earth-shaking love is that?
Qin Tianyue didn't know, her tears had been silently left at this time.
A slender finger gently wiped the tears from the corner of her eye, Qin Tianyue raised his head and looked at Mo Yishen.
"Don't cry!"
His deep and **** voice sounded in her ears, as if it had a calming effect.
"It's not worth crying for others, especially those who have nothing to do with you."
He didn't like her crying for the people in the coffin, neither male or female, even if the man was exactly the same as him, even if they might be related in the previous life, he didn't like it either.
I never knew that I would have such a domineering side.
"Who said it has nothing to do with me, maybe... maybe I was Qin Shiyue in my last life?"
Qin Tianyue retorted, Mo Yishen raised his lips and smiled, "If you are Qin Shiyue, then I will win Shen."