Charming beauty

Chapter 61

The night was rendered red by the candlelight, and Murongyou's figure was inlaid in the faint halo, the depths of his eyes overflowed with a faint blue luster, his slender fingers rested on his forehead, and the tail ring set off his lazy temperament, but also gave people a charming look. The oppressive feeling that is about to explode.

"Lord of the poor family, I came to you so late just to make sure of one thing." He looked at the slender figure in the moon robe standing quietly in the room, with the purple silk fan twirling at his fingertips, "How did you find out about this deity?" There was a smile in his eyes, but it didn't get into his eyes, "Don't say you are just a coincidence."

Han Feng slightly lowered his eyebrows, "Didn't the leader guess the moment Han Feng appeared? Why bother to ask Han Feng himself?"

"What's the condition?" Murong You closed the fan, his face dazed by the candlelight, "It's impossible for Guardian Dong to disclose the news to you so easily. In exchange, what is the condition you proposed?"

"The lord should be able to guess it." Han Feng raised his eyes to look at him and smiled, "How many people does Guardian Dong want besides the lord?"

"Him?" Murong You smiled softly, rolled his eyes, and his smile became more beautiful, "So, you left the wound on his neck?"

"Damn him!" Han Feng said coldly, "I really regret not killing him just now!"

"Why do you hate him so much?" Murong You stared at her with no thoughts in his tone, "He didn't offend you."

"Because he took you away!" Han Feng closed his eyes and opened them again, his eyes were determined, "So no matter what price I pay, I will kill him!"

"In this way, it seems that the deity harmed him." Murongyou laughed softly, leaning back, his figure completely hidden behind the light, "However, you seem to have forgotten who he is..."

Han Feng's eyes were rubbed into broken light, his eyelashes were moistened by water vapor, and his expression flashed blankly, "I..."

"Han Feng, you should be aware of the consequences of annoying this deity, don't try to challenge this deity..." His fingers were slender and coquettish, as if exuding the sweet scent of poppies, deadly and bloodthirsty, there was an evil in his voice, "I don't want to kill you yet ..."

"...You want to kill me?" Han Feng suddenly wanted to laugh after being surprised, "For him, you want to kill me...?" Laughing and weeping, "... Hongyan, you clearly know that he is just using you, why do you still..."

"Have you finished?" He condensed to her, his expression as indifferent as ice, "Go out after you finish speaking, besides, you are not worthy to be called Hongyan, I don't want to hear these two words from your mouth again."

She lowered her eyes, bit her lips, turned around sadly, and walked towards the door lightly. Outside the door, his voice came from the darkness, making Han Feng's footsteps stop lightly, but she didn't have the courage to turn back.

"If the deity is not the leader of the martial arts, would you still be like this?..." His voice was ironic and mocking.

Her back stiffened, her lips trembled, she closed her eyes and opened them after a while, but a figure as white as Dongxue was reflected in her sight, she was slightly startled, her eyes suddenly became as clear as water, she smiled softly, suddenly drunk "You can't just say it, you can only know it when you wait, but I'm sure of one thing, if you're not the leader, someone won't take a second look at you..."

The moonlight was hazy and intoxicating, she turned and left, the moonlight cast a layer of brilliance on her body, but quietly dimmed a white shadow at the corner, as if there was a light sigh, that white shadow quietly disappeared.

The candle flame trembled and extinguished in the wind, the room was plunged into darkness, in pitch darkness, Murong quietly opened his eyes, a swirling blue halo was diffused in his eyes, his slender fingers pulled out a letter from his bosom, the letter was completely black in his sight, he slightly Closing his eyes, his fingertips roamed over the surface of the letter, the lines were clear under his fingers, bloodthirsty poppy, like that woman, enchanting and glamorous.

In the darkness, he breathed a sigh of relief, his voice mixed with smiles and fatigue, "Will Murong You be Murong You who is not the leader of the martial arts? Does anyone know that Murong You only exists for the leader of the martial arts?..." Touching fingers Folding the fan at his waist, he pulled out his fingertips after a pause. He opened the fan, reflecting the moonlight, and he could especially see the full moon and the scattered peach petals on the fan.

"What you need is the leader of the martial arts..." His fingers slid across the four rows of black shadows with their names hidden on the fan, and he couldn't read his thoughts, "...and what I need...is it just the guardian of the country?..."

Murongyou leaned against the back of the chair, her slender palms covered her eyes, her light-colored thin lips were covered with a layer of paleness.

"Who the hell...is using who?..."

"Master." A voice came from the corner, "Ji Luo is seriously injured."

With a raised eyebrow, Murong You straightened up, his eyes were blue in the darkness, and his voice was cold and cold, "What's going on?"

"Back to the master, Ji Luo was dispatched to complete the task assigned by the master the day before yesterday, and there was no news in the middle. The subordinate thought that Ji Luo was dead, but not long ago, Ji Luo was injured and appeared..."

"How is the injury?" Murong You looked down.

"The internal strength is exhausted and the whole body is covered with cuts and bruises, as if it has been tortured..." A kneeling voice came from the corner, "Please help me, master."

"A bunch of trash." Murong You snorted coldly, but his figure disappeared out of the window in a blink of an eye, "Tell Mo Lian to stay, and don't let anyone notice that this deity is not there!"

Just as the room fell silent, the next moment there was a soft knock on the door, mixed with Mo Lian's calm but worrying voice, "My lord, please have dinner first..." The door opened, and the room was full of people. It was dark, the moonlight came in from the window accompanied by the night wind, and there was a light fragrance of peaches and plums, and the room was quiet and cold.

Mo Lian stood outside the door, her black clothes fluttering in the wind.

"Young master... your body..."

Dawn is coming to an end, and there is a drizzle in the sky, as fine as a gauze, peach and plum petals are falling in the rain, crimson and white are hanging down the ground, adorned with a few traces of grace.

When the drizzle entered the house, Nalan Mei stared out the window, the sky was just dawning, and the sky was full of clouds, making it look a bit dark.He got up to lift the quilt, and when his eyes fell on the silk pillow beside him, he paused for a moment, the situation of last night was clearly imprinted in his mind, and Murong You's sadness was branded into his heart like a brand, making him sleepless all night.

I'm afraid I really hurt him...

His slender fingers caressed the smooth silk surface, and the pillow was icy cold. He gently narrowed his eyes and got out of bed. Shengxue was dressed in white, with long hair like black ink, and a white belt was flat on his waist. sleeve.

If he wasn't the lord of the martial arts alliance, would he still take another look at him? …

In the bronze mirror, long hair coiled around his fingertips, and white jade hairpins fluttered in his hair. He looked at himself reflected in the mirror, his eyes were as dark as night, and his face was as white as snow, like a dream.

However, if he was not the leader of the martial arts, would they still meet? …

If he wasn't the leader of the martial arts alliance, they wouldn't be so entangled...

"Beauty..." The water dripped down the fingertips and rippled in the basin. Nalan Mei looked at the crumpled face on the water, and the corners of his lips raised a little melancholy. He suddenly sighed, "... really The roots of troubles…"

"Is the young master the water?" Yi Jing appeared in the room, dressed in black, adding to the depression, "Young master, it's the water that hurts the beauty. If there is no water, where can the trouble be? If the young master is not Water, why bother about whether Murong You is a beauty?" After speaking, she disappeared again, leaving the room silent, Nalan Mei was slightly taken aback.

If there is no water, where can beauty be troubled? …

If it's not water, why care about who is the beauty? …

Yi's words hit the nail on the head, and he confessed that his heart was disturbed before the beauty.

He took the undershirt from the screen and put it on, the undergarment was lingering, and the white robe suddenly looked like morning. He opened the door, and the wind in front of him was mixed with water vapor, wet, with a hint of fragrance, and there were a few flowers lying on the corridor at the door. With the remaining petals of the peach blossoms, he raised his eyes to look at the sky, the spring rain is falling, and it is estimated that it will fall for a while.

Suddenly he remembered something, and he burst out laughing, "It's the water that caused the beauty's disaster, it's just nonsense..." He shook his head and chuckled, his eyes flashed, and he caught the flashing corner of the red clothes in the opposite corridor, and waited. When he looked back, there was a blue figure in his line of sight, he was looking up at the sky, his folding fan was shaking, his clothes were fluttering, and he was quite elegant like a poet.

"After this rain, the peach blossoms are probably all gone." Yu Wushang's birthmark reflected blood.

Nalan Mei looked up at the brown petals floating in the wind, with a picturesque face, "Well, it's time to thank you."

The wind and rain quietly covered a room full of blood.

Gently pressing his slender fingers against his heart, Murong You leaned against the door, and after a light cough, conspicuous red overflowed from the corner of his mouth, the color was gorgeous, and it was as transparent as snow against his face.Wiping away the blood stains from the corners of his mouth with long and slender fingers, the corners of Murong You's mouth curled up slightly, and thick blood appeared in his eyes.

Mo Lian walked out slowly from the inner room, seeing Murong You injured, a trace of astonishment and solemnity flashed in her eyes, she was about to say something when her young master raised her hand to stop her.

"Prepare hot water." Murong You said lightly, and went straight to the inner room.

"Yes, my lord." Mo Lian nodded her head.

The footsteps stopped at the edge of the screen, Murong closed his eyes shut, and then said, "Mo Lian, don't reveal any news..." His eyes opened, and there was a hint of darkness, "...It's okay to be addicted to Luo, pass down the order, tomorrow Get up and let Ji Luo protect you with you." The figure blurred behind the screen.

"Yes, young master." Mo Lian lowered her eyes.

……

.Of course it was an accident. I really can't believe that there is a pure male-male relationship.