It was misty and rainy, and the raindrops fell on the lake, causing ripples. A small boat moved forward slowly.

On the bow of the ship, she was wearing a dark green robe. The breeze blew across her face, causing the corners of her clothes to flutter. The drizzle was flying sideways, but she couldn't get close.

He held an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, holding it down very low, almost covering his entire face, and his face could not be seen clearly. Only his thin lips were raised, outlining a shallow smile.

He is tall and tall, standing with his hands behind his back, his black hair flying in the wind. In his hazy sight, he has the feeling of a jade tree standing in the wind.

As if sensing two sharp gazes, the man slightly raised his oil-paper umbrella, revealing his entire face, including his sharpened jaw, refined contours, and plump forehead.

However, he still couldn't tell his appearance, because he was wearing a jasper mask slanting on his cheek. It was not an exaggeration, but it covered half of his face.

The pair of narrow eyes were slightly narrowed, and the deep gaze did not seem indifferent or passionate.

Their eyes were facing each other, but even though they were far apart, Ling Mulao's heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat.

The eyes with a slight blue light are as gentle as the sea, as elegant as tolerant, as gentle as this, and as outstanding as that.

Such bright eyes, such gaze, such look...

For some reason, Ling Mulao was confused for a moment, as if she had gone back to that eerie night six years ago, the man who stretched out his hand and said to take her away.

"Girl, you are looking for death!"

As a sullen voice sounded, a chestnut suddenly hit my head.

Frowning, Nangong Yi looked at the exchange of glances between the two of them just now. Ling Mulao's unpredictable expression made him feel even more uncomfortable.

This woman is his, how can he look at other men like that?

"Jealous?"

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and Ling Mulao raised his eyebrows. When he saw Nangong Yi's livid face, he suddenly smiled like fireworks in March.

This is just a fantasy world, and the look in my eyes just now was just an illusion in the misty rain, and it can never be real.

"I am not jealous, I only want you!"

With a domineering look, Nangong Yi glared at Ling Muchao and said harshly.

As soon as the words fell, a domineering kiss fell at lightning speed, grabbing the soft lips and kissing her fiercely.

Ling Mulao's eyes suddenly widened, this damn hippopotamus, this is a public place, she feels embarrassed as a modern person in the 21st century, and he...

However, looking at it, well, the entanglement between the two of them failed to attract anyone's attention at all.

"It's really the miracle doctor Xuanyuan Moxie. It's a pity that I can't see what he looks like."

"I heard that no one in the world has seen Xuanyuan Moxie's appearance. I wonder if he is ugly!"

"No matter what he looks like, just judging from his temperament, Miracle Doctor Xuanyuan is not his equal. Even the emperor will buy into his fault."

"..."

The restaurant was still noisy, and even Feng Yan and Nangong Qi stuck their heads out, hoping to see with their own eyes the elegance of the legendary miracle doctor Xuanyuan Moxie.

The originally empty lake shore suddenly became crowded with people as the boat appeared.

Rain was falling from the sky, already soaking the thin clothes, and the wind made it feel chilly. However, the people on the shore didn't seem to notice it, waving their hands excitedly.

No matter she is a woman, whether she is in her prime of life or a mature lady, each one is more dazzlingly dressed than the other, just hoping that the idol in their hearts can take a look at her.

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On the bow of the ship, she was wearing a dark green robe. The breeze blew across her face, causing the corners of her clothes to flutter. The drizzle was flying sideways, but she couldn't get close.

He held an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, holding it down very low, almost covering his entire face, and his face could not be seen clearly. Only his thin lips were raised, outlining a shallow smile.

He is tall and tall, standing with his hands behind his back, his black hair flying in the wind. In his hazy sight, he has the feeling of a jade tree standing in the wind.

As if sensing two sharp gazes, the man slightly raised his oil-paper umbrella, revealing his entire face, including his sharpened jaw, refined contours, and plump forehead.

However, he still couldn't tell his appearance, because he was wearing a jasper mask slanting on his cheek. It was not an exaggeration, but it covered half of his face.

The pair of narrow eyes were slightly narrowed, and the deep gaze did not seem indifferent or passionate.

Their eyes were facing each other, but even though they were far apart, Ling Mulao's heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat.

The eyes with a slight blue light are as gentle as the sea, as elegant as tolerant, as gentle as this, and as outstanding as that.

Such bright eyes, such gaze, such look...

For some reason, Ling Mulao was confused for a moment, as if she had gone back to that eerie night six years ago, the man who stretched out his hand and said to take her away.

"Girl, you are looking for death!"

As a sullen voice sounded, a chestnut suddenly hit my head.

Frowning, Nangong Yi looked at the exchange of glances between the two of them just now. Ling Mulao's unpredictable expression made him feel even more uncomfortable.

This woman is his, how can he look at other men like that?

"Jealous?"

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and Ling Mulao raised his eyebrows. When he saw Nangong Yi's livid face, he suddenly smiled like fireworks in March.

This is just a fantasy world, and the look in my eyes just now was just an illusion in the misty rain, and it can never be real.

"I am not jealous, I only want you!"

With a domineering look, Nangong Yi glared at Ling Muchao and said harshly.

As soon as the words fell, a domineering kiss fell at lightning speed, grabbing the soft lips and kissing her fiercely.

Ling Mulao's eyes suddenly widened, this damn hippopotamus, this is a public place, she feels embarrassed as a modern person in the 21st century, and he...

However, looking at it, well, the entanglement between the two of them failed to attract anyone's attention at all.

"It's really the miracle doctor Xuanyuan Moxie. It's a pity that I can't see what he looks like."

"I heard that no one in the world has seen Xuanyuan Moxie's appearance. I wonder if he is ugly!"

"No matter what he looks like, just judging from his temperament, Miracle Doctor Xuanyuan is not his equal. Even the emperor will buy into his fault."

"..."

The restaurant was still noisy, and even Feng Yan and Nangong Qi stuck their heads out, hoping to see with their own eyes the elegance of the legendary miracle doctor Xuanyuan Moxie.

The originally empty lake shore suddenly became crowded with people as the boat appeared.

Rain was falling from the sky, already soaking the thin clothes, and the wind made it feel chilly. However, the people on the shore didn't seem to notice it, waving their hands excitedly.

No matter she is a woman, whether she is in her prime of life or a mature lady, each one is more dazzlingly dressed than the other, just hoping that the idol in their hearts can take a look at her.
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