Wang Wang's face-slapping routine

Chapter 697 You Are Not Qualified To Participate
Those dark past events that have been completely forgotten are now so naked in front of them.

It was like an inseparable net that bound Atobe Hatsune to death in this endless darkness.

The breath around her seemed to be frozen, so heavy that it was hard to breathe.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly, a bright yellow flame shot up from the middle of those pages.

Atobe Chuyan was indifferent, watching indifferently.

He didn't let go until his fingertips were almost burned, and let the remaining paper fall down lightly.

In the end, she didn't say anything, turned around with a full body of hostility, and left without looking back.

Zhui Shengling hadn't completely calmed down the intricate and intense emotions in his heart. Seeing this situation, he only glanced sideways at Bailugeng and Yiyi Tuoma, and then hurried to catch up.

Such an appearance made Takuma's heart sink completely.

He clenched his hands and tried his best to hold back, but he still couldn't hold back: "My lord, if you do this, aren't you afraid that Chu Yan will immediately go to Shu to take revenge and disrupt your plan?"

After saying that, Bai Lu looked at him more casually: "She won't."

This is very firm.

Atobe Chuyan is the kind of person who is more angry and clear-headed.

She knows what kind of advantages she has, and she knows how to use her limited advantages to great effect.

Therefore, the situation that Takuma worried about would never happen.

Having no intention of continuing to trim the flower branches, Bailu returned the scissors to the maid, and then walked slowly towards the house.

The maid and assistant followed her respectfully.

When their figures disappeared completely, a Tama still stood there without moving.

He lowered his head, and the hair in front of his forehead was scattered, covering the outline of his eyes, making it impossible to see his expression at the moment.

the other side.

Cone Shengling has been quietly following behind Atobe Chuyan, like a loyal patron saint, silently accompanying her.

From time to time, what he saw from the information floated up in his mind, and his light purple eyes overflowed with intense distress.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the girl in front finally stopped.

His steps followed suit.

Atobe Chuyan turned around and looked at him, his expression still terribly cold: "You should not participate in this muddy water."

Cone Shengling's eyes sank, and he immediately used the excuse that he had to stay by Atobe Chuyan's side: "No, I promised Atobe to protect you."

"But now I'm not in danger, and the biggest threat has been lifted. Now it's my grievances with Jiu Lanshu, and you are not qualified to participate."

The cool words showed Atobe Chuyan's determination at this time.

Her heavy eyes looked at Cone Shengling, with a hint of hatred.

Cone Shengling was choked, his thin lips moved, but he didn't know what to say.

Suddenly, Atobe Chuyan stepped forward and stood face to face with him.

The fingers stained red by the rose juice touched his face, gently caressing, but with a strong sense of threat.

"If I really kill Jiu Lanshu, your family's revenge will be avenged, so you shouldn't want to stop me, right?"

The cold touch made Cone Shengling suddenly constrict his pupils.

I don't know if he was moved by Atobe Chuyan's words or what, until Atobe Chuyan bypassed him and left, he didn't say a word.

The long night was soon engulfed by the dawn that appeared in the sky.

Knowing that Atobe Chuyan came back alone, Bai Lugeng had no unnecessary reaction, and only asked the maid to take her to the guest room to rest.

(End of this chapter)