The trump card against the heavenly concubine

Chapter 1338 [Fate, at stake] 07
"Actually, we came here this time because of my mother's dying entrustment. She told me to deliver this letter to the owner of Qingyue Villa." He took out the letter and put it in his hand.

Seeing the letter in Huang Yuezhen's hand, she didn't know whether Huang Yuezhen did it on purpose or not, so she pointed the words on the envelope to the man.

The man looked at the six words "The person I love the most" on the envelope, his eyes were full of tangled and complicated emotions, and he didn't even realize that there was still a trace of tenderness in his cold eyes.

He knew Huang Xinyi's handwriting, and seeing those words was like seeing her, so, inexplicably, he fell into deep thought and lost his mind for a moment.

He thought that no matter what happened to her, he would be calm and calm, but when he saw Huang Yuezhen who looked exactly like her, and when he saw the words written by her, At the time of that letter, the calm lake of heart actually began to sway violently, disturbing his heart, and he could no longer suppress it.

If he can suppress it, many things should be different.

At this moment, he had an urge to fly up to grab the letter from Huang Yuezhen's hand, but he held back.

He can't let his emotions be exposed in front of these people. Once he is exposed, the people on the other side will grasp his weakness, but does a person as strong as him have weaknesses?

"Qing'er, go and help me get the letter." The man came back to his senses, and said coldly, he ordered the man beside him who had never said a word, with eyes full of melancholy.

The man was tall and thin, and the black robe felt a little empty on his body. The skin on his face was almost the same color as the mask he was wearing. It was very pale, and when viewed from a distance , as if the mask itself was his face, growing on his face.

It was the first time Huang Yuezhen saw that a person's skin had no color difference from the white mask, so one could imagine how white his face was.

Ye Wuqing nodded slightly, and her long hair, which was not tied up like a soul-calling flag, swayed gently with his movements, as if there were countless lights, but the black hair was so black that it shone.

Ye Wuqing raised her head, and walked towards Huang Yuezhen unhurriedly, but she couldn't take a step, but Huang Yuezhen stretched out her hand to block her, shaking her head slightly, preventing him from approaching her.

"Wait!" Her voice also came out with the movement, she raised her eyes and glanced at Ye Wuqing, "Don't come here first, if you come here again, I will destroy this letter."

As expected, Ye Wuqing stopped in her tracks, turned her head and glanced at the man, who nodded at him, "Qing'er, come back first."

He wanted to see what kind of tricks Huang Yuezhen was going to play, no matter what she did, he was bound to get this letter, he had to get it, and see what Huang Xinyi wrote.

"It's not that I don't give you the letter, it's just that my mother told me before she died that if I want to get this letter, I must first bare my left arm." Huang Yuezhen said.

The man frowned, "Why bother, this deity is the owner of Qingyue Villa."

"Since you are the owner of Qingyue Villa, why worry about it? Just show your left arm. This is my mother's last wish before she died. I will naturally do well what was entrusted to me before she died."

(End of this chapter)