There is a tyrant in the home after the poison

Chapter 85
White clothes and black hair, standing in front of the wind, slightly fluttering, against the elegant and indifferent body, just like a god descending into the world.There was a faint luster flowing on his skin, and a bright glazed light flashed in his eyes.The appearance is picturesque, so beautiful that it is not like a real person at all. This appearance, this kind of demeanor, has simply surpassed the beauty of all human beings.He just wore a white robe casually, thinking that even an angel would never be more beautiful than him.This kind of transcendent man and woman, transcending the beauty of the world, can no longer be described in words.

Yang Churuo's eyes were firmly fixed on his jade fingers with well-defined joints, where he was lightly holding a flute, a white jade flute, and a red tassel hanging from the flute, which was tied with jasper beads, and the man's body. The floating figure in white clothes blended into one, and I thought it was a fairy who came out of the ink painting.

It's him...it's his flute.

"Have you seen enough?" The man's slightly cold and majestic voice suddenly sounded. Although his voice was as beautiful as the sounds of nature, people couldn't help but want to continue listening, but for no reason, Yang Churuo felt that this A voice as sweet as the sounds of nature, with a lofty nobility, even domineering over the world.

Looking to the side, seeing that there was no one else around except her, Yang Churuo couldn't help stepping out from behind the corridor.The white clothes on her body fluttered with the evening wind, like a fairy Lingbo under the moonlight, stepping on the moon.

A stunningly beautiful face that makes people's hearts throb, under the moonlight, it is a little more hazy, as if it is about to become a flying fairy.On her alluring face, there are still two lines of tears that have not been wiped away. Her clear and watery eyes are flat and without a trace of expression. She just walks towards the man in white from far to near. The figure gradually moved closer.

Finally, they faced each other on all sides and stood facing the moon. They looked at each other without hindrance, and there were strands of exploration in their hearts.

Taking a closer look, Yang Churuo couldn't help being even more frightened.

This person's handsome face is already shockingly beautiful from a distance, and even more so beautiful from a close look, especially his pair of eyes that are so deep that no expression can be seen, people can't help but want to dig out More of what he wanted.

She is as tall as jade, standing floatingly, just standing there quietly, in her bones, she can also exude a noble and inviolable nobility.

This person, I'm afraid his identity is not simple.

Yang Churuo was looking at the man in white, and the man in white was also looking at Yang Churuo.

He missed his mother and concubine for a while, and played it out of his heart, but he didn't expect to meet this woman here, this bold woman.

According to his previous habits, he might have already slapped her to death, but for no reason, even he didn't know why he hesitated, was it her sadness that resonated with him?It was still the vicissitudes and melancholy that concealed her wounds in her indifferent and calm eyes.

The deep eyes of the man in white were fixed on Yang Churuo's scissored eyes.That pair of eyes seemed plain, without a trace of inappropriateness, let alone a trace of expression, but he could still feel that those eyes with water-cutting eyes were covered with a layer that made it impossible to see through, touch, or touch. of hazy water.Under this layer of obscurity, there must be a story, a shocking story.

She looks like she is only seventeen or eighteen years old, but this calm demeanor and the vicissitudes of indifference make people unbelievable. She is only seventeen or eighteen years old, but it seems that she has experienced the indifference of vicissitudes.

In any case, the man in white couldn't figure out what she had experienced to cause this melancholy vicissitudes, or what was she holding back?
Perhaps, even the man in white didn't know that he, who had never been close to women, allowed a woman to get so close to him at this time, let alone that he was interested in those calm and indifferent eyes.

"The flute you play is very nice." Yang Churuo moved his eyes down, stared at his flute, his tone was light, his thoughts were lost, as if he didn't wait for the man in white to speak, he looked up at the bright moonlight, and murmured, "It's a pity, The sound of the flute is so bleak."

Shui Ling, who was hiding in the dark, was so shocked that his face froze.

Who is this woman?How dare you talk to your master like that?From ancient times to the present, who dares to say that the sound of the master's flute is too bleak?Is she courting death?

In the past, if a woman came within three feet of the master, wasn't she killed?How did the master...how...how did he let this strange woman come to his side today?
This Meixue Palace is the place where the master's mother and concubine live. Except for him, the master does not allow anyone to approach, but this woman came in openly, and the master did not pursue it. This... What's going on?

However, this woman looks really good-looking.

(End of this chapter)