League of Legends: 700 Years Later - Chapter 323

Ye Che walked about a little more than a minute on the green grass with the folds. Finally, she couldn’t stand it anymore. He said, "When you have enough, there is something going on in the grass. How do you know that I just came here? era!!"

This problem is really clear in my heart. After all, after seven hundred years, I have to be shocked and curious, especially when I know that the chance to get an answer is close at hand. Bayi Chinese Network W★wくW. ★8√1くz√Wく. CoM

"Green grass... You don't think the grass is very green... Is the sun warm?"

Folding clothes suddenly stopped and asked a very problem.

Ye Che is speechless, but now I still hope to get an answer from him. I have to say for sure: "Well, the grass is very green, the sun is warm, is it OK? Or, in that sentence, who are you, how do you know?" I just came to this era!"

Folding clothes first looked up, a faint slanted Ye Qi a glance, this moment, Ye Che now his eyes seem to have some holes.

"Current? Amount... Why do I think of this adjective..."

When Ye is secretly frowning, the folds are casually replied: "You... I really want to know?"

"Think, of course!"

Ye Che does not hesitate, for the problem that I don't know, I must stand firm and listen to it!

Folding clothes looked up and looked at the green grass in the mountains. The tone seemed to bring a little intoxication and nostalgia. While walking slowly, I said, "I can tell you... but you first...sing me, listen... ”

"What a ghost is singing..."

Ye Che’s brain is almost in a moment, isn’t this folding dress playing with itself?

It’s just that the folding clothes don’t seem to feel Ye’s stupidity. Instead, they sat down along the green grass and said, “Sing it!”

"I sing you uncle!"

Ye Che is extremely resentful, and he is a world champion. How can he do this kind of thing to sing and trade? This is too much.

Thinking, Ye Chezheng is going to use a way to get rid of this condition, and inadvertently picked up the mask on the fold of the mouth, a sudden curiosity, rose up.

I thought about it, giving people the opportunity to sing, to take the initiative, and not to lose, so Ye Che said: "Singing can, but you take off the mask, how?"

In addition to trying to take the initiative, Ye Che also wants to see if this fold is a man or a woman. After all, no one seems to know his gender.

"Well? You want to see me?" The folds suddenly looked up, and a pair of slightly hollow eyes were printed in Ye's line of sight.

Ye Che was a bit stunned at the same time, still replied: "Yes, I feel that you know me very well, but I don't know you, singing in such a situation, there is no feeling, you are not interested in listening."

Ye Che has a bit of a slap in the face. He thought that the folding clothes would be disdainful, but he didn't want to have a thought in his eyes. Then he nodded very reasonably. He said, "It turns out, then I let you see, you. Sing again, I listen..."

Said, suddenly pulled the mask on his face.

"you!"

Ye Che took a few steps back in a moment, because this face... this face is full of cracks.

The skin color on the face of the folded dress is very white and delicate. The gender is also confirmed as a woman, but I don’t know why, from the cheek to the corner of the mouth, it is full of tiny cracks.

This crack is not a scratch, nor a scar, but a kind of...just like... it feels like a patchwork.

Yes, this kind of face seems to be pieced together piece by piece.

"What's wrong with you, are you scared?" There was a curiosity in the empty eyes of the folded clothes.

It’s just that the folds don’t talk well. When I talk, Ye Che is even more cold, because there is no opening at all when the folds are spoken.

Her lips were tight, as if they were glued, and they could not speak.

So the voice of her voice seems to be from the body, the kind that uses the vibration of the abdomen.

"Fear is not enough, just feel... what is your face?"

Ye Che has not seen any big winds and waves, although it is a bit stunned at this time, but it will not lose.

"My face, my face seems to be like this... they want me to wait for a very good person here, saying that it can be more challenging, and can tell me my life..."

There are some fascinating nets on the face of the fold, and the hollow scorpion, at this moment, seems to have a glimmer of flashing in it.

"The more difficult the challenge... tell the world..."

Ye Che was originally a little anxious, and suddenly it was cold.

They...who are they, how do they know that they can challenge more and more, and tell this fold-down experience... What kind of life will this fold dress have?

The key is that there is always only one side of this and the folding clothes. The second life experience is impossible to talk about.

As the fog grew bigger and bigger, Ye Che was staring at the folded dress and said, "Well, I sing and listen, you tell me the original thing!"

Folding clothes seemed to want to laugh, but when the lips could not open and close, she had to blink and express her happiness.

Originally, Ye Che was only planning to sing a few words at random, but somehow, perhaps it was infected by the grassy sunshine around the mountains, or felt sympathy for the unspeakable experience of folding clothes. He said: "If you don't have a soundtrack, I am afraid. If you don’t feel that way, just listen to the music, listen to it..."

"okay!"

Folding clothes and hearing words, immediately sitting in danger, a look of eagerness.

Ye Che sighed and suddenly picked it up.

The sound is soft, with the sun, and the soft breeze blowing through the green grass...

At first, it was a feeling of contempt, and slowly faded into a kind of injury, as the poet is talking about.

The high part, as if the soul has to tremble, the fullness of the hollow like the swaying between the body and the spirit of the charm, it is evocative.

After the singing was finished, Ye Che looked back at the fold.

"Well, it’s good to hear, what is the name?" Although the folds have always been the kind of empty eyes, Ye Che did not know how she felt that she was a little happy at this time.

"The city of the sky, well, can you talk now?" Ye Chedao said.

Only when this was said, the scene was silent for a moment.

Folding clothes pulled up the mask without saying a word, then slowly re-appeared, then stood up and looked around.

"Give me five minutes..."

Folding clothes back to Ye Che, quietly standing.

"Don't just say something, make it the same as life and death..."

Ye Che snorted, but it was only five minutes, he could wait.

The sun is shining, the wind is soft, and Ye Che is half-baked on the grass.

Beside him, a tight woman wrapped in a gray coat stood there silently, looking up at the sky.

For a long time, she turned her head slowly, her face showed an unclear expression, saying: "Get started..."

When the voice fell, Ye Che had no time to react. She had already pointed her finger at Ye Chetou.

"Uh……"

Ye Chegang just wanted to move, but now the whole body is stiff and can't be moved at all.

Not only that, but at this moment he can't even speak.

Ye Che’s eyes tightened and he looked at the folds.