8、Young Man

  The little car stood in the valley, and the echo of the metallic impact was very loud. One after another, as if carelessly tapping on the nerves of the cicada.

  Mò tiǎn subconsciously turned his head to look - not far from the platform, a young man had appeared at some unknown time. The young man was leaning against a concrete pillar, lazily playing with a Zippo lighter in his hand. The clicking sound was coming from the lighter.

  The young man's hair was very long, hanging down from his temples and forehead, gently swaying in the wind. Moreover, he hung his head, so that his hair covered his face.

  All I could see was that he had a tall and slender figure, especially his legs were straight and long; his fingers were also very beautiful, the dark golden lighter spinning between his fingers, occasionally lighting up a small red flame, it was really good-looking.

  Suddenly, Hu Die felt a strange burning sensation in her tiger's mouth again, and she didn't know if it was because of that spark.

  She's really fed up with this old wound, which has been hurting on and off for several times, is it also following the trend of celebrities to pretend to be young?

  Mò tiǎn adjusted her gaze, lowered her head and concentrated on blowing on the old scar on Hǔ's mouth.

  I still couldn't help but feel a little curious, what was that young man doing here, was he also picking someone up? But the people on the platform had all left, and the green train that could enter the Qingyan Mountain valley only ran once a day.

  Could it be that he has come to pick her up?

  The cicada turned its head again to look at him, but suddenly met his gaze.

  The mountain wind blew, his hair fluttered against his face like waves, covering his eyebrows and eyes. Mo Ze stared at him with all her might, suddenly seeing only that his hair was blown apart by the wind, a pair of sharp long eyes gleaming like cold ice piercing towards her!

  Misty cicada didn't know if she had seen wrongly, but just now in that instant, it seemed as if she saw a beast lurking between the trees, its eyes flashing with eerie ice-blue light!

  "Ah!" Meng Xian subconsciously covered her mouth, shocked and gasping for breath.

  Her sudden panic made the pain in her tiger's mouth suddenly intensify, as if a small flame was burning fiercely at the tiger's mouth, scorching her skin, as if it would burst out at any moment!

  "Ah......" Meng Chuan couldn't help but use force to swing his hand, wanting to rely on the cool mountain breeze to alleviate the pain of his wound.

  In the field of vision, a pair of Martin boots suddenly appeared, with brown leather surface having the marks of years, and the edges were worn into light brown, showing a different style. And in the boot tube, a pair of straight long legs were neatly tucked in, with slender and powerful lines, which was almost the proportion and outline that only appeared in cartoons.

  The cicada paused, looked up and saw only the clear blue sky; a strand of hair fluttered, and the young man hooked his red lips into a smile, as if he had just fallen from the sky, "You...?"

  Misty cicada thought she had misheard at first, and stared blankly for a while before coming to her senses, gritting her teeth in pain, and coldly laughed, "Sorry, I only understand human language."

  "Hmph..." The young man curled his lips and turned to gaze at the blue sky that seemed like it was about to drip down, "If you weren't ***, why would you be panting nonstop as soon as you saw me? It's clear you're seducing me, how can you still pretend?"

  "You're sick!"

  It's really unbearable to look at him like this, a handsome young man who has grown up to be so beautiful, but it turns out he's actually crazy!