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Zhenzi dug out the coffins himself. Judging from the situation of those coffins, it is at least hundreds of years old.

Why is it miss Jingming who still existed ten years ago?

Is she pretending to be a living dead person in front of herself, or is she really a living dead person?

How to explain the blood contract?

Or maybe, the original chaste son has been replaced?

Thinking of this, her heart became more and more heavy.

"Mr. Guan, may I take you to see Miss Jingming?"

Yang Zimei decides to let Guan Shanyue, who has a deep source with Miss Jingming, personally recognize it.

Guan Shanyue's obsession with Miss Jingming should be able to recognize her exactly, not just because of her resemblance.

"You know?"

Guan Shanyue's pale face appeared a touch of joyful blood color, "really?"

Yang Zimei nodded, "it's just a little bit like it. As for whether it's not, you should confirm it."

"Well, take me with you!"

Guan Shanyue can't wait.

His fingers touched the people on the picture, and the deep feeling of his eyes almost drowned them.

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Yang Zimei asked min Qinghua to send min back, but she pushed Guan Shanyue to her car.

When the car came back to the house, she got off the car. Zhenzi came out of the house and respectfully asked, "master, are you back?"

"Well, Sadako, help me to lift my friend from the car!"

Yang Zimei used the way of heart and eye.

"Yes, master!"

Zhenzi pulls the door in the back seat of the car.

When Guan Shanyue, sitting inside, saw Zhenzi, the whole person was excited. Looking at her pupils, she was filled with missing and loving emotions, "Miss Jingming, is it you?"

Zhen Zi looks at Guan Shanyue faintly, without any emotion at the bottom of her eyes, as if she didn't know him at all.

"I'm sorry, you've got the wrong person. I'm Zhenzi, not miss Jingming."

"Please let me hold you out!" she said

Guan Shanyue looks at her bright face which has been lingering in her dream for ten years. Her eyebrows are slightly different, but there is absolutely nothing wrong with her.

How could he have mistaken her?

Zhen Zi reached out and took him out of the back seat of the car.

Familiar breath, familiar action

I vaguely remember that ten years ago, he fell down from his wheelchair and looked helplessly at the indifferent crowd around him.

It's her!

A girl who looks very soft, reaches out her hands and takes him back to the wheelchair from the ground.

Although he could not walk, he was also a seven foot man with a weight of more than 140 Jin.

And she, at most, is more than 90 catties, that hands, soft and tender white, let people feel even if it is heavy to take the embroidery needle, but it is easy to hold him up.

Even after ten years, she has been lingering in her breath, lingering, and intoxicating.

After that, they had a short day to get along with each other.

That day, as if all his happiness were condensed in.

He engraved her smile and smile on his heart like a knife.

How could it not be her?

How could he have identified the wrong person?

Did she forget herself?

Is she just a passer-by who only knows one day in her life?

Thinking of this, Guan Shanyue's heart felt as if she had been stabbed by a knife. It was very painful.

He always thought that she would not forget him.

On that day, she put the five pointed star in his palm, and the black pupil looked at him with some tenderness and said, "this is my most precious protection. Now I'll send it to you."

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