The trump card against the heavenly concubine

Chapter 137 [The 5th day of the bet, assassination] 13
It seemed that the figure that just appeared in front of Huang Yuezhen was just an illusion created by her eyes, as if no one had appeared here at all just now, but she clearly felt that there was someone in front of her just now.

Why did he save himself, but refused to let himself thank him? Even if he faced him personally, he didn't give Huang Yuezhen the opportunity to thank him, and he didn't even leave a word at all. He was like a wind , come and go without a trace.

It is so mysterious that people have no chance to understand him, or maybe he is such a person in the first place.

A trace of helplessness flashed across Huang Yuezhen's indifferent eyes. In the end, she had no choice but to put the hat on her head again, carry Nansheng Moyu on her back and continue walking out of the Moonlight Forest. He called the groom to send them to Nanzheng Palace.

After Nansheng Moyu was handed over to the people in the palace, she left.

In the Moonlight Forest here, the figure that just stood in front of Huang Yuezhen didn't go very far, he just quietly hid in the tree.

He waited for Huang Yuezhen to go far away before jumping down from the tree, his body was as light as a fallen leaf.

He was tall, but very thin, and his figure was stretched out in the dim light. When he walked out of the dim light, he saw his appearance.

He tied his long hair casually with a piece of black silk, and the ink-like hair moved with his steps like a spirit-calling banner, flying gently in the air, fluttering wantonly.

Those blood-red eyes were inlaid like rubies on an extremely pale and handsome face, and the subtle light hit his face. The skin on his face was so white that Shengxue didn't have any blood color, and was delicate. A sickly paleness appeared on his face.

His scarlet pupils are sharp but with a touch of melancholy, the melancholy expression is like an inextricable feeling, entangled in it, like ink drops falling into the water, slowly fading away but can't see through .

Sword eyebrows and star eyes, a high nose bridge like a steep mountain, his cheeks are a bit too thin, but his lips are red, and his upper lip is slightly thinner than his lower lip.

This man's complexion is as white as paper, his body is as long as a cypress, and his body is as thin as a bony skinny, but his face is extremely handsome, his face is like a crown jade, and his facial features are flawless, but his whole body is full of hostility. The warning to keep away from strangers is general.

He walked towards the place where the killers died just now, his footsteps lightly stepped on the grass, his black robe fluttered and fell with the wind, he was like a breeze passing over the grass, the grass was not bent every bit.

Step by step, he walked to the side of the dead killer, his blood-red eyes slowly swept across their faces, until his eyes fell on the killer Huang Yuezhen killed, and then he stopped.

He bent down and squatted down, the black robe gently dragged on the ground, brushing the grass with a slight sound, he stretched out his slender and slender hand, but white as snow, and gently touched the center of his brow, his fingers dropped, His fingertips were stained with blood that was about to solidify, and the bright red color made his eyes even redder, as if he was about to bleed.

The dead killer's eyebrows were pierced by Huang Yuezhen's gold coin with mysterious aura. There was a not very deep cut, but compared to other wounds that were only a little the size of a needle eye, Huang Yuezhen's wound was quite impressive. I feel even more shocking.

(End of this chapter)