The widow is a curse

Chapter 132 Who wants you to pity me!

A black shadow suddenly enveloped Bei Gonghan's small body.

Before she could react, the mask on her face was gently lifted away by a finger.

She blinked instinctively, and opened her eyes again, but what she saw was a pair of pink eyes that were close to hers, looking at her from between the layers of silver hair.

Those eyes are crystal clear like pink crystals.

It made Bei Gonghan suddenly think of a cat she had raised when she was young.

The cat suffered from severe albinism, its fur was as crystal clear as snow, and its eyes were such a blurred and flowing pink.

this man...

White hair, pink eyes, skin as crystal clear as snow... Could it be that he is also an albino? !

A tinge of pity for him suddenly rose in Bei Gonghan's heart.

No wonder he had to draw heavy curtains on the windows even during the day, and kept cutting short the wicks of the candles.

He can't see the light!

"Who wants you to pity me!"

With an angry growl, the face that was close to her suddenly moved away.

Her throat was strangled again, this time, it was so tight that she could suffocate.

"Who wants you to pity me! Such an ugly monster with a yin and yang face has no right to pity me..."

The enchanting man roared angrily, his deep magnetic voice became sharper because of his emotion.

His fingers tightened little by little, looking at Bei Gonghan's lips that were parted due to lack of oxygen, his eyes showed the pleasure of killing.

The main hall of Anle Palace.

Bang!
The originally beautiful and melodious piano sound suddenly gave out a strong dissonance.

The string that Ou Langyin's men were plucking suddenly broke in two.

One of them rebounded immediately, piercing his finger.

An ominous premonition flashed in his heart, and Ou Langyin straightened up suddenly.

He turned around and ran down the stage, and rushed towards the back door of the hall.

"What's going on here?!"

Under the stage, the crowd of spectators who were appreciating his piano music and his demeanor couldn't help but burst into an uproar.

That's right, they just look at each other.

"Miss Mo!"

The man surnamed Zhuo exclaimed, let go of his pace and chased after Ou Langyin.

Outside the barn door, he caught up with Ou Langyin.

"Miss Mo, what are you doing?"

(End of this chapter)