The Ups and Downs of the Cold Palace: After Abandoning the Country

Chapter 48 Goodbye Blue Moon Prince 2
"I haven't seen a woman claiming to be a master, Ying'er, you are really... very interesting!" The light tone, elegant and generous expression, the man is not afraid of death to challenge Mu Li's patience.

"You really think it's interesting?" Calmly showing a little impatience, Mu Li stared straight at the man with wide eyes, the original outburst and irritability had been well refrigerated by her.

The man caught her gaze, and the two of them were entangled in the air, lightning flashed, one playful peach blossom eye, one bright glazed big eye, one aggressively provocative, one lightly cold, ten minutes later... …

The man couldn't help but blinked, and his peach eyes narrowed into a slit: "As long as it is what you say, Yinger, I will think it is very interesting."

Looking at each other seems not suitable for him, or not suitable for him and her. Her eyes are so cold and cold, and there is a bit of blankness in them, but it seems that I will still be attracted by those emotionless eyes. Eyes attract.

This kind of perception made the man a little dazed, but then he shook his head with a self-deprecating smile.

"I let you die, do you also find it very interesting? Prince Blue Moon!" Mu Li's voice suddenly became cold after each word was paused, just because the self-deprecating smile of the man in front of her stung her. She doesn't like the eyes, and even hates that kind of self-deprecating, especially in this situation, she can't even ignore it.

Ever since she was a child, she hated that kind of laughing to the bone, and no one is qualified to show that kind of mocking to self-pity in front of her. Pain in the bone marrow.

It's like a terrible nightmare. When people are awake, their hearts will still stay on that shadow forever, and it will never be washed away and forgotten. Even if the baptism of time makes you forget it, as long as you are reminded , it will immediately come out and devour you.

The man looked at Muli fixedly, and did not express any dissatisfaction with her piercing words. Then, he bent down to meet Muli's cold watery eyes. The charming peach blossom eyes were less playful and more probing. Suddenly, he said seriously to Muli, "My name is Feng... Lin!"

His eyes looked at Muli's delicate neck from time to time, as if he was searching for something, but he seemed to be just watching.

(End of this chapter)