King Leng's Excessive Pampering of His Wife: Wasted Little Demon Concubine

Chapter 34 Ready to go
Han Yujue and Murong Che were drenched and sat by the river in embarrassment.

Murong Che's gown fell to his waist, revealing his perfectly lined upper body.Water droplets dripped down his hair and face, revealing a faint charm.

"Cough, cough..." Han Yujue sneezed after coughing, the cold wind blew, his body temperature dropped rapidly, and he shrank involuntarily.

Murong Che took a look at Han Yujue whose Luo Qun had become translucent, and a dark fire was ignited in his heart.He restrained himself and suppressed his anger, got up and handed the coat he took off before entering the water to Han Yujue: "You will catch the cold. Take off your clothes and put on this one, I won't look at you."

"Okay..." Han Yujue took the coat and went behind Dashi to change it.

The clothes reached below Han Yujue's knees, and after fastening the belt tightly, her upper body was still too loose, so she had to hold it with her hands directly to avoid having a good time.

Murong Che saw Han Yujue walking out from behind the boulder wearing his own clothes, his snow-white skin looming between the wide collar, and his long hair dripping with water casually draped over his chest. After recalling the face of the ugliest minister, he finally calmed down.

"Let's go back." Han Yujue was embarrassed to look at Murong Che too much, turned around and walked into the city.

Murong Che originally wanted to pick up Han Yujue and fly directly back to the city, but then remembered that he had caused her to fall into the water just now, so he didn't dare to have too much physical contact with her, so he followed behind silently.

Too many things happened tonight, when we returned to Shifang Street, the bustling night market had disappeared, and the street was empty, only the restaurant flags fluttering in the night wind, making a crackling sound.

It was this intersection, and Han Yujue recognized that the street ahead was where she and Yan Qingyun met the evil soldiers.

"Why don't you leave?" Murong Che thought that Han Yujue was too cold, so he stepped forward and gently hugged her shoulder, transmitting the energy of the fire element from his palm.

"...Let's go another way."

Murong Che didn't ask any further questions, and led Han Yujue into a small road.

"Tell me, how do you feel when you beat the person you love the most?" Han Yujue asked suddenly.

"Why do you ask such a question suddenly?" Murong Che was a little puzzled.

Han Yujue walked slowly, and told Murong Che everything about Yan Qingyun and Xu Qianqian.

"I thought Yan Qingyun was a scumbag, but in fact, everything he did was for Xu Qianqian." Han Yujue sighed.

"If he had followed the agreement from the beginning, there would be no future." Murong Che was noncommittal.

"If it were you, what would you do?" Han Yujue looked at Murong Che.

Murong Che smiled, his eyes were full of tenderness, and even more determined: "If you feel that you are not worthy of the one you love, then you should become stronger than anyone else before marrying her. Yan Qingyun is just trying to escape That's all."

"Well... Then if it's a trick of good fortune, you have to kill the person you love the most like Yan Qingyun?" Han Yujue blinked his clear and bright eyes and asked the bottom line.

Murong Che's smile gradually faded away, his pupils as dark as ink were bottomless.

"Yujue, until the end of time, there will never be a day when I, Murong Che, will do anything to you. I would rather betray the world than you."

Murong Che's eyes were too deep when he was serious, as if to make people fall.

"Why did it involve me...I'm home, good night!" Han Yujue lifted his clothes and hurried to the Han Mansion not far away.

"Be careful, remember to bathe with hot water first when you go back!" Murong Che said helplessly.

Han Yujue stopped in his tracks, turned his head and smiled at Murong Che, Gu Panshenghui's eyes were like crescent moons: "Your love talk skills are as bad as your cooking skills!"

"..."

early morning.

The strong wind kept blowing against the windows of Lingyu Pavilion.

Han Yujue was still in a drowsy sleep: "Stop making noise... I'm not here..."

The noise that disturbed the lucid dream still did not stop.

Han Yujue struggled to get up from the bed, and walked to the window sill in a trance like sleepwalking.

Of course, there was no one on the windowsill, only a few lonely fallen leaves.

"...Go to hell." Han Yujue woke up from the cold wind and closed the bamboo window vigorously.

"Miss." A servant girl's voice came from outside the door. "Someone..."

"Don't look for me for anything, I won't see anyone!" Han Yujue said loudly.

"But... that person said that there is a very important letter to be delivered to the eldest lady." The servant girl said hesitantly.

Very important letter?
Han Yujue immediately opened the bamboo door and took the letter from the maid.

Sure enough, "Sacred Dragon College Enrollment Recommendation" was scrawled on it.

That sloppy uncle is finally willing to write a letter of recommendation!

When Han Yujue recalled that night, he always felt panicked, and the joy of getting the recommendation letter was also mixed with many complicated emotions.

But now, she decided to put those messy things behind her, and immediately set off for the Holy Dragon Academy!

Han Yujue summoned the housekeeper, Lao Li, and after explaining the family affairs, he took out the inner alchemy of the two-headed golden lion and opened the portable space.There are more than [-] cubic meters in it, and the spring water for vegetables and fruits is not bad. It can be used as an ordinary storage space, and it can also be used for hiding in an emergency.

After she packed all the packed luggage into the portable space, there was a sudden melodious sound of the piano.

Following the sound of the zither to the Huxin Pavilion, it was really the Lord Shangshen playing the zither.

The sound of the piano is like a gurgling spring, washing away all the distracting thoughts in the hearts of ordinary people, and whispering like a light rain, making people feel sad and ecstasy.Mo Qingyan, who was dressed in white, lightly hooked the strings of the piano, as gentle as jade.

"This qin piece is called Yunliu." Mo Qingyan pressed the strings and said with a smile.

"Clouds and willows? It doesn't sound like you're writing about clouds or willows."

Mo Qing didn't answer, stood up and walked towards Han Yujue, gently took her hand.

"What's wrong?" Han Yujue watched as he took off the white jade bracelet from his hand.

"Stained with blood." Mo Qingyan smiled, and put the bracelet in his palm, the warm light yellow light gradually lit up, traces of black air were drawn out from the bracelet, and the jade became more and more clear and transparent.

Mo Qingyan put the bracelet back on Han Yujue, touching his skin with his fingertips.Han Yujue discovered that his fingers had different temperatures, the index finger was scorching hot, but the middle finger was as cold as ice.Probably, this is also caused by the backlash of the fairy curse.

"Mr. Mo, I have a question to ask you." Han Yujue began to have a doubt last night. Mo Qingyan, as a god, must be familiar with the principles of everything in the world. It is most appropriate to ask him.

"Please say."

The two sat down beside the piano case.

"If most of the souls go to another world when reincarnated, and only a ray of ghost is left to reincarnate in this world, is the soul in the other world connected to the body in this world? For example, in sleep, the other world The soul will come to this world and possess the body in this world..." Han Yujue tried his best to explain clearly, but the matter was too bizarre, and I don't know if Mo Qingyan could understand it.

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