Supernatural Rebirth Genius Girl Diviner

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Yang Zimei was sitting on the back seat of Min Gang's bicycle, with Min Gang's sweaty but not bad breath entwined in his nose.

She looked up at his long back, and watched the evening wind blow his dark hair, overlapping with the memories of previous lives, like a dream.

Suddenly, Min Gang sang the song very pleasantly. It was the second song "Bicycle Lovers":

"Seventeen-year-old bike and me

The round dance cycle is very Mozart

Still in love

Uphill downhill in chase

Some Hugo passages twist

After class bell fanciful only Mr. Slow Motion

Apple is busy with the rules of centrifugal force

Tail seat who is the passenger answer is still tug of war

Single Puccini chants a sad choice

Cut the back into a window paper and stick it in your heart, like copying your desk ... "

His voice was so nice and full of energy and passion that Yang Zimei was fascinated.

At this time, a rare black Hummer H6 in the city of A was running down the driveway--

Sitting in the car was a dragon in black and Zhuge Lang in white.

Zhuge Lang looked boringly outside, his eyes fell on the pair of boys and girls who were only fifteen or sixteen years old on the bike lane.

The boys are full of sunshine, the girls are beautiful, and the white skirts are fluttering.

"Wow, I really miss the good times when I was in middle school and riding bicycles to cheat girls." The beautiful scene in front of me made Zhuge Lang sigh.

The driving dragon glanced side by side from day to day.

The girl was sitting on the bicycle with his back in the direction, with thin waists, black hairs rising, white skirts fluttering, and a pair of white jade feet fluttering slightly, while the young boy was cheerful and filled with youthful tension.

His black eyes sank slightly, and there was a sense of loss at the bottom of his eyes.

Unlike Zhuge Lang, he has a normal growth trajectory.

He didn't have a white fluttering age, only a black swirl.

"Look at your gloomy look, isn't it very frustrated?" Zhu Gelang caught the rare gloom in his eyes, and shouted.

Long ignored him day by day, turned his eyes away from the pair of teenagers, and continued to stare forward.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something. With a dozen of steering wheels in his hand, he parked the car on the side of the road, pushed the car door freely, got out of the car, and had long, strong legs. Such as lightning, passers-by only feel the shadow in front of them.

Zhuge Lang was shocked.

He couldn't figure out, how could the dragon, which had always been steady, suddenly like this, suddenly meet his enemies?

He headed out to see, but found that the direction that Long ran day by day was the pair of boys and girls.

He wouldn't be so jealous of the beauty of others. Want to destroy it?

Zhuge Lang sounded stunned.

Min Gang stepped on the bicycle and stepped on it. Suddenly, a black figure like a ghost was standing in front of him, just like the Shura **** who got out of the ground.

He braked quickly, landed on both feet, and looked at the strange man in black shirt and black trousers and black leather shoes in front of him doubtfully. He only felt that he was like a hawk in the night. It is the strength to be proud of the world.

Yang Zimei, who was indulging in some kind of good feelings, was startled, raised his head, and met the long sharp black eyes of Long Zhutian, as if smashed into the devour of the night.

The man is so familiar now!

The height is almost one meter nine, and the cymbals grow tall but not rough. The hair is black and vertical, the sword eyebrows fly obliquely, the black eyes are sharp and narrow, and the lips are thin and thin.

He stood quietly in front of the bicycle, and the gas fields around him seemed to be frozen by him, only to feel choking with depression and condensation.

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