Tyrant, calm down

Chapter 8

What kind of face is this?
Zhilan Yushu?Noble and unparalleled?
Shen Jingshu felt that these words were not enough to describe the handsome face in front of her eyes.

Probably only the words "Xue Yan Yu Hua" are worthy of that delicate face with no blemishes.

Those old fresh meats and young fresh meats she had seen before, all kinds of male gods in ancient costumes that have attracted the attention of countless young girls and women, all of them are nothing compared to this person in front of her.

If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, if it wasn't for the male god exuding an aura of aloofness and abstinence, Shen Jingshu would have immediately approached him, interrogated him for various personal information, and took the opportunity to sell himself.

It just so happens that she's single right now.

She also intends to live a good life in this broken ancient times.

No matter how you look at it, the handsome man in front of you is undoubtedly the best candidate for your husband.

If she and the male god give birth to a child in the future, needless to say, it will definitely be a peerless handsome guy and peerless beauty...

"Young Master, please don't stare at my Young Master!"

The clear and slightly angry voice successfully interrupted all kinds of crookedness in Shen Jingshu's mind.

She turned her head and noticed that there was someone standing beside the male god.

That person was about the same height as the male god, and looked a few years older than the male god, and his appearance belonged to the upper-middle class. His eyes were fixed on her with strong dissatisfaction.

Shen Jingshu thumped slightly.

She didn't seem to be drooling at the male god just now, and her eyes didn't seem very hot or hungry. Does this brother need to be so angry?

Before she had time to think about it, she felt two eyes staring at her.

A Murong Li came from behind her, fierce and lethal, as if he wanted to poke a few holes in her body.

The other one came from in front of me, it was as light as mist and rain, but it made people feel cold all over, as if someone had poured a basin of cold water on a hot day.

Under the double attack of the two lines of sight, Shen Jingshu shuddered Lingling, and the idea of ​​slipping away suddenly appeared in his mind.

If Murong Li is a ferocious and dangerous tiger, leopard and jackal, then the male god gave her the impression that she is a ferret hiding deep in the sky, seemingly noble and harmless, who will bite hard on the neck of the prey at any time a mouthful.

Intuition told her that she should stay as far away from the male god as possible and not have anything to do with him.

It's a pity that she doesn't know the lightness kungfu of blinding people's eyes, let alone the miraculous ground escaping technique. The matter of slipping away can only be thought about.

Fortunately, the male god's gaze didn't stay on her for too long, he just glanced over her shoulder, and landed on Murong Li behind her.

"His Royal Highness, please stay safe."

The male god's voice was just as Shen Jingshu had imagined, so good to hear that it made one's heart tremble.

But she doesn't have the time to be nympho right now, she noticed a very important problem.

The male god and the inferior man know each other!

Murong Li glanced at his back and straightened his back, as if he finally remembered the quiet book that was afraid of him, and met those cool eyes like clear water again.

"What a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet the third son here. What's the matter? The third son just returned to Beijing?"

"It's true that I'm going back to Beijing today, I didn't expect..." Xie Muhan glanced at Shen Jingshu, with a very calm expression on his face.

"Xie has just returned to Beijing, and he received a welcome gift from His Highness Prince Gong. Xie was really flattered."

Murong Li narrowed his eyes.

He didn't know what special ability this third young master had, why he was so arrogant, but his imperial brother valued this person very much, and for the sake of his imperial brother's face, he was willing to treat this person with three points of courtesy.

"Third Young Master must have misunderstood." Murong Li stood with his hands behind his back.

(End of this chapter)