Blow the smoke into the night wind

Chapter 12

Changge looked at the man in front of him.

The opponent is tall and tall, with a tall and straight figure.

It is Wang Chuan, the lord of Biluo

Changge used to make fun of this name for a long time

The pure white robe set off his temperament just right,

There is alienation in the elegance, like the lonely snow in thousands of mountains.

He is not the most handsome person Changge has ever seen,

However, there was something about his eyes that was indescribably mesmerizing... even obsessively attractive.

Wang Chuan narrowed his eyes slightly, exuding an ascetic beauty.

"Welcome Mr. Mu Changge from afar, Mo Qingli greets you personally, is it impolite?"

Chang Ge was taken aback for a moment, he said his name was Mo Qingli, not Wang Chuan... nor the cold Zhen

Everyone in the world thinks that the lord of Biluo is called Wangchuan, but in fact only the people of Biluo know that,

Their greatest ruler is called Mo Qingli.

Changge looked at the polite Mo Qingli, and nodded lightly: "The lord has shown love."

Changge was looking for someone who had been watching him since he came in.

Sure enough, there was a man in black clothes standing behind Mo Qingli.Inky hair.

A lively face.

And those eyes are not jealousy, not disgust, but...pure curiosity...

Just curious, with such clean eyes, it seems...as if...the former self.

Don't look at each other any longer.

The robe slightly tugged at the ground, drawing a perfect semicircle,

Changge turned around. "My lord, please send someone to lead the way to the residence of the main hall."

When Wei Wei turned her head, she suddenly saw that person's eyes narrowed slightly.

A shallow shadow was swept under the eyelids, revealing a deep loneliness from his body.

His mouth moved slightly, and Changge saw that the sentence was: "Another one. Another one left."

Maybe this is the loneliness of this refined and detached person

Is it too cold to be too high?

Not just out of sympathy or what.

The always indifferent Changge felt an inexplicable distress.

Changge was startled, the corners of his mouth slightly raised

: "The ancient sages are so lonely,

Only the drinker leaves his name,

If it's easy to drink away your worries,

Changge is willing to hold the golden cup,

Sell ​​the eternal sorrow with you. "

Gently nodded, turned around and strode away, the decisive back actually carried a warmth that had never been seen before.

The corners of the mouths of the man and the girl in the room held a slight smile at the same time.