The killer also travels through the series of clouds without trace

Chapter 409 Unpredictable 4
Hearing Yue Qingyun's laughter, Tuobayi felt a pain in his heart, in Yue Qingyun's laughter, he didn't hear any smile.

Yes, it's just cold sarcasm, and the past that can never go back.

All things, when Yue Qingyun dropped the sword, the dust settled.

Tuo Bahan also disappeared among those sergeants who didn't get orders and dared not stand on their own.

Tuobayi hesitated for a moment, walked to the side of Yue Qingyun who looked at him with a smile, but no longer the genuine smile in the past, and hesitantly hooked his hand to Yue Qingyun's hair, wanting to lick her hair that was caught by him. Fingers grabbed the messy hair and smoothed it.

Halfway there, he was blocked by a hand.

The hand, of course, was Yue Qingyun's.

On that crooked moonlit night, the throbbing heart that once expected Tuobayi to help her straighten her hair turned into a cold resistance.

He didn't speak, but stopped Tuobayi's fingers with his hand, then put his arm down, and smiled coldly: "Is my hair loose?"

Without Tuobayi answering, he raised his lowered arm, smoothed out his hair, and let out a cold snort.

Before turning around and leaving, he smiled at Tuoba Yi: "You'd better remember, half a year."
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Yue Qingyun looked at the maids holding various items not far in front, his eyes suddenly dimmed.

There was still a faint smile on his face, he looked away indifferently, brushed past those maids, greeted those maids holding trays with a smile, and left straight away.

Far away, giggling laughter came from behind.

"I heard that that is the imperial concubine that the emperor is planning to establish?"

"Forget it." Another sharp voice sounded, and snorted coldly: "What kind of concubine, it's just something our emperor uses."

"No way?" A deliberately pretentious gasping sound followed: "Master Yun's looks are also pitiful to me, how could the emperor be so cruel to her."

The voice behind him gradually faded away.

Yue Qingyun didn't need to turn her head, she could imagine that the chattering maids behind her must be looking back at her while talking.

That so-called noble concubine was talking about her, but when they talked about it, they thought she, the so-called noble concubine, could not hear it, or, so what if they heard it?

(End of this chapter)