The evil prince, the best concubine

Chapter 439 Waiting for a Thousand Years 2
Glittering, beautiful and illusory.

Ye Wuhuang rushed to a black crystal door.

Looking at the black crystal door, Ye Wuhuang felt a sense of anticipation for the first time.

His mother, the mother who loved and cared for him the most was behind this door.

How could he not look forward to it, how could he not be excited.

Jian Luo just stood aside quietly, not saying a word.

She has no control over Ye Wuhuang's family affairs.

All she could do was look at him and comfort him if necessary.

Ye Wuhuang caressed a heart-shaped position in the center of the black crystal door with trembling hands.

Suddenly, the originally closed crystal door opened.

After the heavy sound, the scene inside was revealed.

Absolutely large room.

To say that the room is really inappropriate.

After all, there has never been such a luxurious, beautiful, chic and refined room.

The surrounding walls are made of pink spar.

Here, it can be called a crystal room.

Pink crystal chains hang from the top of the crystal room.

Pink walls, pink roof, pink lamps.

This is a pink world.

"Mother."

Stepping forward step by step, Ye Wuhuang's face is no longer unrestrained and unrestrained, nor is it ruthless.

But the feeling of missing.

His mother and concubine like pink, only pink.

This, he knows.

In the empty pink world, there is nothing but spars and crystals.

"Why not?"

After finally looking around, Ye Wuhuang clenched her fists as she looked at the empty pink world.

Ye Yan lied to him?

"Huang'er—"

A soft voice sounded.

Ye Wuhuang immediately looked back.

On the pink crystal stone in the east, there is a relatively dark pink crystal stone inlaid on the wall.

At this time, the crystal stone seal reflected the figure and appearance of a woman.

With a slender waist, she was dressed in a pink gauze, with a blooming pink lotus under her feet.

Thousands of black hairs cascaded down.

Her eyes are full of autumn water and her pretty but slightly straight nose.

Her lips, which were as light as peach blossoms, opened slightly, and called softly: "Huang'er."

Jian Luo couldn't help but be amazed, the woman stood up, looking a bit more beautiful than the fairies in the sea of ​​flowers.

So lovely.

"Mother."

Ye Wuhuang looked at the image of the pink crystal stone in shock.

The words were already trembling.

His concubine, that is his concubine.

(End of this chapter)