My Formidable Beast-Controlling Consort Rules

"What are you laughing at?" Di Jiuque tilted his head to look at the smiling girl beside him inexplicably. The cold wind on the top of the tower blew her fragmented ink hair, which added a touch of agility to the small face. .

There is no hostility, no vigilance, no arrogance when facing the enemy, only a quiet and beautiful silence.

Di Jiuque originally thought that he liked to see her unruly, unrestrained and cunning, but at this time, he felt that she was pretty good now.

Watching in this way, it was like a spring stream flowing slowly through the bottom of my heart, filling my heart and spleen.

"It's nothing." How could Yun lightly say what was in his heart?

She gently bent her knees and sat on the top of the tower, patted the position beside her, looked up at Di Jiuque, nodded and asked, "Sit?"

The black eyes are shining like stars, gathering thousands of prosperity.

Di Jiuque paused slightly, and his eyes fell on the small plot next to Yun Qingyan.

He watched her sit on her knees, her posture in a wild and unrestrained manner.

Well, it doesn't look like a girl at all.

Di Jiuque secretly came to a conclusion.

His handsome eyebrows that were cut into the temple wrinkled slightly, his eyes were hesitant, when did he sit in such a simple... even a place that is not even considered a seat?

Moreover, the top of the mysterious tower is not wide, and the two people are already a bit crowded. If he wants to sit down, he must sit on his knees.

How indecent is this?

However, Yun said lightly that he was already confused, "Huh? Don't you sit down?" Sit down, so you can talk about things, right?

How tired to stand and talk?

Di Jiuque's heart wavered, and finally he tightened his lips, and sat down as if he did Yun Qingyan.

Because the top area of ​​the tower is small, the two are very close. Sitting down almost next to each other.

Rumo's long hair fluttered down, being blown by the cold wind on the top of the tower, intertwined and tangled in the air.

Men are stern and expensive, women are unruly.

One person and one dressed in black with a strong and noble color, as deep as a dark night.

One person is dressed in a fresh, plain, and ethereal white dress.

White and black, the extreme contrast, but exceptional harmony.

Di Jiuque’s deep and narrow eyes fell on Yun Qingyan’s face again, and when he saw the crudely painted bleus, he frowned and continued, “Why do you want to paint bleus on your face?” If he asked about this before, he frowned. It was just to change the subject, so now, it is a question from the heart.

The vertical and horizontal green spots, like chains, are tied to her face.

A person like her is the right thing to do, without restraint, free and worry-free, like a cloud.

Unexpectedly, Di Jiuque would be so persistent on this issue, Yun said lightly, a little stunned.

However, after categorizing Emperor Jiuque as a "kind" in his heart, Yun said lightly that he did not avoid talking about this issue as he did before.

Anyway, he already knew that the spots on her face were painted on.

Yun lightly touched the bleu with his hand, a sharp light shot from the dark pupils, and a light smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "This body has been poisoned, but the poison has been defused. This bleu is nothing but It was specially painted to confuse the black hand behind the scenes."

Existences like Di Jiuque are generally not talkative people, because there are too few people who are qualified to gossiping with them. Even if there are, they are in a competitive relationship with each other. How can they get together to chat?

And the great strength is also destined to few people who can say what they don't want to say from their mouths.

So Yun said that there is no need to worry about leaks.

As soon as Yun Qingyan's voice fell, he felt a cool fingertip fall on his face, only listening to the deep voice slowly said——