The emperor of prosperity is too sinister

Chapter 137 Picking Star Building 4 Men in Red

Dong Yue lacked some interest at this time, but she listened to their conversation and thought of her favorite person. The warmth in the palace wall and the girl's rare shyness couldn't help but appear in front of him.

Murong Ling and Dongfang Ci looked at each other and smiled, and both read an answer from their respective eyes: It seems that there is another one from Sichun.

Dongfang Cen looked at the three people laughing...

Girls have a lot of family affairs.

In this box, Dongfang Yue and they laughed in the box. There is indeed a sharp contrast with this bright picture. I only vaguely know that this is a room.

A Xuan window is open, but the golden color in the evening does not shine into the room, which looks a little dim. Due to the strength of the light, it can be faintly seen that the red veil shakes gently with the breeze floating in from the window, and it is faintly visible that there is a luxurious sleeping chair inside. The whole looks like a bloody ocean of vampires. Even the abrupt figure is particularly gloomy:

"Builder!"

The man dressed in ordinary cloth and couldn't see his facial features kowtowed respectfully to the empty chair without raising his head. The trembling sound made people feel chilling. Looking through the layers of swaying veil, I saw a red figure on the chair that had not been held just now... To be precise, the back lay sideways in the posture of a beauty's forehead, and three thousand hairs leaned diagonally on the sleeping chair along the straight back line, giving people an impulse to caress them gently.

Listening to the soft sound of the silk rubbing, as if you can see that the back of the person in the painting is playing with the black hair on his chest, thinking that the slender ten fingers pass through the smooth hair, I can't help rippling...

The dead silence, and even my heartbeat seemed particularly noisy at this time!

Only then did he realize his excess. The man who knelt on the ground lay his head on the ground. A trace of cold air came from the cold ground. His sweaty back trembled coldly, and the sweat on his temples lay down without scruples, forming a small water stain on the ground and quickly wiping his sleeves. I wanted to look up and peek at the look of the man in the veil. Suddenly, my left eye hurt. I immediately covered my eyes and dared not cry, shaking like a sieve...

Blood flows from between the covered fingers...

Just when the man in cloth felt that his knees were numb and sweaty and his forehead was about to faint, the red back slowly raised his lips:

"Say~"

Listening to the sound like a clear spring, unwitting people thought what a charming woman the back was. At this time, the person kneeling on the ground did not have the same thought as just now, and his heart was pounding. Because he knows who the red back is, but he never dares to make it again. Desperately resisting the impulse to get a glimpse of the truth, he said with his pale lips that Dongfang and his party and other people with the same goal had stayed in the building, holding their breath and waiting for the instructions of their back.

At this time, he only felt that the blood in his left eye had dried up, and his eyes were blurred... The pain reminded him that his left eye was useless. He knew that this was a warning from the original poster and a cheap life that could be abolished at any time.

Not long, a clear smile overflowed from the depths of the mantle: "The prosperous imperial dynasty, Fengqi Oriental Mansion, a group of fleas are so interesting..."

The kneeling man's heart thumped, and he couldn't hear the joy and anger in the smile. He could only make his spiritual platform a little clearer and pray that he could get out of the door alive this time. Before he could react, he found that his body was scattered like a rag being torn. Dou's big eyes looked at the split limbs and couldn't believe that he had died before he could cry for pain.

The unwilling eyes stared at the back of the plain hand, and the wide red sleeve robe was raised casually like a blood flag. The man who knelt down didn't understand how the man split his body until he died? Has his cultivation reached an unfathomable level at that age? It's just that he can never figure it out. With the gently raised hand down, the shadow flashing from all corners of the room quickly cleaned up the scene, like a fast camera zooming, recovering from the darkness in the blink of an eye, not even a trace of blood...

"Shadder, check."

In a short sentence, there is no change in the room. But he knew that the man known as the broken shadow had disappeared into the room.

"turbid wind~"

A soft call is like a feather brushing the tip of the heart, extreme oxygen, but I don't know how to scratch it. Lord"

At this time, a shadow knelt on one knee and waited for the order, but compared with the previous tragic man, he was confident. He put one hand on the sword that smelled its coldness before he came out of the sheath. His high side face was cold and straight, and his eyebrows were slanting. His thin lips were slightly squeezed after he said a word, sharp. The lip line makes him look more masculine, even in this dark room.

A soft sound of silk rubbing, slowly burning with the turbid wind. I saw the red back in the layers of veil slowly up. Suddenly, a swirl body faces the turbid wind, as if the slow motion is fast-forwarded. The black hair dispersed due to the strong wind, and the red figure that had not appeared for a long time appeared. The charming facial features were really like the voice flowing through the clear spring, which made people imagine infinitely. The wind slowly calmed down and the black hair fell to the waist on both sides.

The eyelids are slightly drooping, as if they are carefully admiring the black hair wrapped around the fingers. The white hands have dark hair, and the two extreme colors look particularly harmonious at this time. If you look closely, you will find that the corners of his lips have a trace of coldness.

The wind stirred the soft veil...

A trace of inhalation came from the turbid nose. He and the broken shadow have been following the Lord as a shadow for more than ten years, but he still can't control his heartbeat and eyes. Even if you know that the Lord is unhappy at this time, you can't look away...

The palm of the hand covers the cheek, and the thick and suitable eyebrows are slightly wrinkled, as if talking to yourself, but the voice is still as clear as the spring: "It seems that you have to destroy this skin, so that you can concentrate on doing things~

"The death of slavery, the Lord is angry!"

The turbid wind was shocked when he said that sentence, and a trace of fear flashed on his face. He kowtowed against the still cold ground and begged for forgiveness. The hand holding the sword at his waist unconsciously tightened a little, not for fear of losing his life, but for fear that the Lord would really hurt himself, and he would not forgive himself when he died.

"Death penalty? In these years, you have died hundreds of times. Which time has been fulfilled, you'd better keep your life to work for the master~"

loosened the black hair around his fingers and looked up at the turbid wind on the ground. The seemingly smiling face made people coldly. The turbid wind could still feel the sight without looking up. The open back of the empty door appeared in front of the man. The tight back line did not dare to defend even if it was trembling. He said in a restrained voice, "Thank you for your forgiveness."