The evildoer is in love with the beauty and the beauty is proud of the sky

Chapter 394

For a moment of trance, Xiaoxue suddenly felt that she was attracted to him. Is this the feeling of being in love?Is this what people often call love?she does not know.

Nan Gongchen's shadow seemed to appear in front of his eyes, and there was a kind of charm flowing between his brows like that, which made people unable to read, unable to read, and people couldn't help but look again and again, focusing on the present.

That person smiled evilly, but it was full of bloodthirsty amazement, but it still made people feel the sadness of the poppy that bloomed alone in the middle of the night.

In fact, most of the time, what Xiaoxue saw was his lazy and comfortable figure. Only when she tore her face apart at the end did she discover the haze hidden in his eyes, which could swallow everything.

But even so, Xiaoxue can't feel how hateful that person is. For example, she clearly said something about raw rice and cooked rice, but she never forced her. Own.

And his beauty, Xiaoxue really can't resist, the shocking beauty between the brows, the faint smile on the lips, and the lazy and comfortable aura all over his body make her think of that handsome young man every moment, At this time, Xiaoxue will be in a trance, as if she was still at the time when she first met, yes, if life is just like the first meeting, how wonderful it would be.

The autumn wind is cool and blows across the world.

Intermittent footsteps sounded outside the door, a blue-haired boy with a strong figure and a handsome face was walking towards Xiaoxue's room.

Hua Wushuang, with long and slender blue hair fluttering in the wind, draped over his shoulders, like a blue waterfall, full of dreamy colors, long and thin bangs covered most of his face, only showing the left side With one somewhat gloomy eye, the lines on his face became more rigid, the corners of his lips were tightly pursed, and his whole body exuded a cold and depressing sadness.

After taking a few steps, she came to the door of Xiaoxue's room, her outstretched hand was about to touch the door, but she stopped there abruptly, because in Xiaoxue's room, there was suddenly the sound of the zither, clear and clear like a spring, It is clear, transparent, and hearty, but the sound of the piano seems to carry a sense of resentment, surprise, and joy that is the most beloved in the world of mortals.

Hua Wushuang just clenched her silver teeth and clenched her fists, and stood outside the door in a daze, listening to the sound of the piano.

After a while, the intermittent lyrics popped out
Can't see through is your lost soul
I can't guess it's the color of your pupils
A gust of wind, a dream, love as unpredictable as life
What is your heart bewitched by?

Your silhouette is drowned in the night

See how the peach blossoms will bear fruit

Looking at you holding me, your eyes are as lonely as the moonlight

just let you be happy in someone else's arms

Loving you is hard to touch like a heartbeat
Draw you, can't draw your skeleton

Remember your face, it is my persistence to wait for you
You are the one song I can't finish singing...

Hua Wushuang outside the door had fleeting tangles, pain, and loneliness on his face. There was a faint sadness between his brows. His raised hand finally fell down as if he had no strength. At this moment, he was like a A sad wind blew the hearts of those around me a little uneasy.

And in the corridor not far behind him, Dongfang Qingyan looked at Hua Wushuang who was struggling at Xiaoxue's door with worry, and the dark color in his eyes became deeper and deeper.

In the dead of night, the night is as cool as water.

The gate of Joaquin City.

"Brother Shaohui, let's go. Didn't you accept Feng's invitation to embark on a new journey?" Xiaoxue, who had a smile on her face under the city gate, said slowly to the handsome figure in front of her.

In the moonlight that slanted in, Qingjun's figure gave off a faint, uh, jade-like halo, brilliance.

Lan Shaohui stared at Xiaoxue, as if he hadn't seen him for a long, long time, his eyes quietly lingering on her face.

"I was really surprised that you would help me, no, I should be surprised that you would help Murong and the others, but thank you very much!" Xiaoxue shook her head and said with a smile.

For some unknown reason, she just felt that Lan Shaohui was a very mysterious person. Many people said that he behaved weirdly. He told her without hesitation that Nangong Chen was an unpredictable person who controlled everything in his hands, and this time, she really didn't want to involve more people and more friends.

Lan Shaohui looked at him with eyes as clear as a spring.

"Xiaoxue..." My only friend, Lan Shaohui murmured softly, with a shallow nasal voice, which is deep but pleasant to hear.

"Brother Shaohui, you can continue your journey now. You don't need to worry about things here. I really don't want to involve you anymore." Xiaoxue looked at him, with a forbearing expression on her face, and said with a wry smile.

Lan Shaohui was still staring at her. Seeing her nodding heavily, he burst out laughing, clenched the jade flute in his hand, turned around and left gracefully, the melodious sound of the piano echoed in the air, echoed.

It wasn't until Lan Shaohui disappeared from Xiaoxue's sight that she returned to the inn dodging her steps.

And at the moment Xiaoxue turned around, Lan Shaohui stopped, turned around and looked at the high city wall among the flowers, with a hint of embarrassment and helplessness on his Qingjun face, he murmured: "It was originally to protect you. By my side, I want to stay in order to be implicated, but you..."

He looked up at the sky with deep eyes: "In this world, only you can use me, and only you can make me stay, but you will never know this, right?"

After the words fell, Lan Shaohui continued his journey, and the sound of the piano echoed in the air here.

The night is like ink, and the night is as cool as water.

In the gloomy basement of a gorgeous and luxurious mansion of the Amber Nangong family in the capital of Chazhou.

In the dark room, there is very little space, except for a table, a chair, a small bed, and the file on the table, there is nothing, a vicissitudes of life but a determined figure is crouching on the table and correcting the file .

I saw that this person's hair was pulled up high and tied firmly with a ribbon, it was just an unforgettable back view.

There was a slight fluctuation in the air, and the sound of moderate footsteps came slowly from outside the room. Zheng Shun frowned but relaxed instantly, but the movements of his hands stopped.

A black shadow in front of the prison door was getting closer and closer, until the whole person was completely exposed, only then did he realize that this person was...he——Nan Gongchen.

That handsome young man stood in front of the prison door, with a faint smile on his lips, a perfect body, a beautiful face, and symbolic honey-colored long hair.

(End of this chapter)