Emperor's Red Makeup: The Duke is too black

Chapter 272 Hate!
Xuan Luo let go of everything in his heart, and enjoyed the peace for the last time with Yue Zhixiang.

What she said was right, she would never show mercy when they met in battle in the future.

And he, too!
As everyone knows, not far from the pavilion, a moon-white figure stood in the darkness, and his eyes kept falling on the woman in white in the pavilion. After a long time, this figure finally disappeared into the quiet and dark night, leaving Long Sanyi alone. Wait quietly.

Looking up at the night, Yue Zhixiang took out a fragile porcelain vial from her sleeve, and handed it to Xuan Luo: "This is unfeeling water, use it with caution."

Xuan Luo took the heartless water, "I know."

"Don't you doubt that I will play tricks in this water?" He asked suddenly.

"You won't, if you can, I won't drink with you here tonight." Xuan Luo looked at him confidently, watching the darkness in his eyes disappear completely.

"I really don't know whether I should be thankful or sad." He said in a low voice, before Xuan Luo could speak, he stood up suddenly and looked at her beautiful face with complicated eyes, "It's better to change back to the previous one." Show your face, although you are wearing a veil, if someone pays a little attention, they will still discover your identity."

"Yeah." Xuan Luo nodded.

"This unfeeling water is for two, you understand what I mean, don't rush to get angry first, just think that my worry is unnecessary, keep it, maybe one day it will really be useful? "

She nodded: "It is indeed a bit redundant, but I will keep it well."

"My mother won't trouble you for the time being, but if you don't see the person she wants to see that day at the Fo Guang Porcelain Conference, you have to be careful. Although there are many masters around you, I still want to remind you that my mother is not ordinary. Master."

"She practiced kung fu with poison, hurting herself and then hurting the enemy. This kind of kung fu is too cruel." Xuan Luo commented.

Yue Zhixiang first glanced at her in surprise, then smiled bitterly and said, "Did you actually see it?"

"Well, I didn't see it, it was my senior brother. If my master was there, I would have seen it at a glance." Xuan Luo said, looking at Yue Zhixiang's eyes became a little inexplicable, thinking of his slightly bruised eyes. Fingerbone, she didn't know whether to say it or not.

"Your master?" Yue Zhixiang's mouth curled into a sarcasm, "23 years."

Xuan Luo didn't understand what the 23 years he was talking about was, but he didn't ask too much.This is Master's family affair, no one knows what really happened that year, but if we look at it according to the rumors, it should be that Master abandoned Hanbing in order to save his life, that is, Yue Zhixiang's mother.

But she knew that Master was not that kind of person, and there must be some misunderstanding about what happened back then.

"Take care of your body. In this way, you will live up to what you say tonight on the battlefield." After Xuan Luo said this, he turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly found that Yue Zhixiang had reached out and grabbed a piece of his sleeve.

She tilted her head and looked at him quietly, expressionless.

Being looked at so coldly and distantly by her, Yue Zhixiang's hands trembled, no, it should be said that his heart was broken little by little by the cold eyes, and he no longer hesitated before. At this moment, he finally closed his eyes. He closed his eyes and asked in a low voice: "Xuan Luo, have you ever seen me in your eyes?"

Xuan Luo was stunned for a moment. The reason why she was stunned was because she didn't expect that the proud and cold fragrance like the moon would be obsessed with such a stupid question. How could such a smart person not know his own answer?
"Like an enemy, like a friend." She gave him four words. These four words are more painful, unwilling, and crushing than the unrequited power of unfeeling water.

Slowly lowering her sleeves, like letting go of a heavy stone, he once again regained his cold, indifferent, and distant expression, only to see that he took out a dagger from his waist and handed it to Xuan Luo, "This It's yours, now, it's back to its original owner."

Xuan Luo was startled again, this is——

The dagger she left on the drunken cliff was also a self-defense gift from her master.

Her heart moved, "Give it to you."

This is the master's thing, and now it is given to him, no matter what happens in the future, it can be regarded as a memory for each other.

Xuan Luo thinks this way, but Yue Zhixiang doesn't. He thinks that she is not really so unfeeling to him. He thinks that in her cold and hard heart, she still has a place for herself.

A ray of joy flashed in his eyes, and he retracted the dagger again, "Thank you."

Xuan Luo shook his head, "You don't need to thank me, you should."

In fact, she and Yue Zhixiang don't have much intersection. In her eyes, no one is as important as that evildoer. Now that she is with him and faces him with her true identity, she will naturally not put other men in her heart , especially a man like Yue Zhixiang who has strange feelings for him.

She is polite to him, it is a kind of respect between the strong, and it is also because of the master's relationship.

But Xuan Luo never imagined that when she was doing everything, there was such a touch of silver clothes quietly watching her and protecting her in the dark.

Every time she was killed, he couldn't really get close to her and help her, but he always tried to attract different rescuers to resolve all disasters for her.

In the end, she still didn't know anything.

The only thing he missed was that Huangfu Yao actually noticed her, and even calculated her heart step by step, and finally succeeded in getting her person, her heart!
"If I started..." he said in a low voice, then suddenly stopped talking, just staring at Xuan Luo's fair wrist.

Although Xuan Luo didn't know what he was going to say, he vaguely guessed something, so he didn't answer.

"Let's go, forget about each other from now on, if we meet again, we will be enemies!" His tone suddenly became as indifferent as when we first met, but not so indifferent, three points indifferent, five points cold, and two points inexplicable.

Xuan Luo took a deep look at him, turned and left without any hesitation.

At the moment she left, Yue Zhixiang took out a silver mask from her large sleeve robe, it was the mask he wore in the past, covered his pale face, concealing his last concern .

"Xuan Luo. Xuan Luo..." He repeated her name in a low voice, and when the beautiful figure that he was thinking about and couldn't give up completely disappeared into the darkness of the night, he raised his palm, Violent power suddenly emanated from his body, shattering the entire pavilion.

There was a bang, and it was accompanied by a low growl, an unwilling and helpless growl from the depths of his heart.

After the dust cleared, Yue Zhixiang slowly walked out of the collapsed pavilion, her silver clothes were still very neat, only the handsome face under the mask was a little more strange and weird in the night.

It's weird and weird, and it has a name - hate!

(End of this chapter)