Female Match Counterattack: Goddess of Special Forces

Chapter 456 Misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River
After a while, he felt the ups and downs of his chest.

His eyes, looking to one side, became clouded.

It was already night at this time, and the Ye Yuehua in the night sky was projected in through the window lattice.

Silently flowing on his gorgeous handsome face, his brows, a little indifferent, have a kind of shocking beauty.

At this moment, those black and white eyes are like misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, so misty that people can't see clearly.

His hands were resting on his chest.

Gradually, his expression became resolute.

Suddenly, he stood up, opened the door and walked out.

As soon as I walked outside, the clear moonlight poured down on the ground.

The breeze is blowing, and the shadows of the trees are whirling and shadowy.

He Xiaoyao's footsteps moved lightly, as if there was no movement, the figure had already drifted away.

He passed through palaces one after another, and finally walked into a deep palace alley.

It's like a dark place here, and the moonlight doesn't seem to shine here.

Coming here, He Xiaoyao's footsteps became gentle.

He walked step by step until he reached the gate of a palace.

This palace seems to have been in disrepair for a long time, and it seems that no one has passed by for many years.

Moss has grown on the bluestone slabs outside, and grasses have grown in the gaps between the bluestone slabs.

He Xiaoyao stood still by the door, thought for a while, and then jumped up.

Turned over and went into the palace.

"It's so late, His Royal Highness is not at home to accompany his beautiful wife and concubine, why come to see me, an old man!"

When He Xiaoyao's body was still in the air, an old voice came over.

There was a voice, although it was old, it was very powerful.

"Everyone says my footwork is amazing, and I can fool everyone, but I can't fool the high priest."

He Xiaoyao landed on the ground. There was a tender green grass growing on the ground.

His footsteps were on that young-tender grass, and after being crushed, that grass was still like a newborn.

It doesn't look like it was crushed by someone's feet.

Hearing the high priest's ridicule, he couldn't help shaking his head. Even in the most remote place in the palace, he still told the rumor.

"Hehe, as an old man, I only have good eyesight and hearing."

The high priest sat in the courtyard, drinking wine and looking at the moon.

He Xiaoyao stepped forward, picked up the jug on his table, raised his head, and poured it into his mouth.

A drop of loneliness is scattered in the empty and vast yard.

The wind blows the branches and makes a rustling sound, like a meaningful and quiet sigh.

Faintly curling, in the silent loneliness, reverberating and lingering.

"Cough cough..."

After taking a sip of wine, He Xiaoyao couldn't help but cough.

"What kind of wine is this? It's so bad!"

He Xiaoyao threw the flagon to him, frowning.

His eyes turned to the tree shadow on the side.

Seeing the tree shadow swaying slowly with the wind, his expression gradually lost consciousness.

"Bah, this is the best wine of mine. You don't know how to drink it, so don't spoil my wine."

The high priest spat at him, holding the jug in his palm as if holding a treasure.

"..."

He Xiaoyao didn't respond, his eyes were a little gloomy.

Originally, he was upset and wanted to drink to numb his thoughts.

(End of this chapter)