Grey Foam: The Melancholy of the Cold Princess

"Blood Sacrifice to the Soul." He spit out two words from his mouth lightly, and the evil and melancholy eyes were enough to confuse all living beings.

Five people were surprised, why is it such a name!

"Why did you choose this name?" Mu Yeying frowned her handsome eyebrows, a little puzzled.

"Because, this glass of wine means using blood to pay homage to the dead souls." Leng Yixuan put on a mysterious look, and the words he said were weird and terrifying, which made people shudder.

"What do you mean?!" Xu Qingling excitedly patted the smooth marble bar, ignoring her red and swollen palms.

"What can I mean?" On the contrary, Leng Yixuan looked at her with a calm face and smiled.

"I..." Xu Qingling was suddenly blocked and had nothing to say, yes, he really didn't say anything, why was he so excited?After she calmed down, she smiled apologetically at everyone, and said softly, "I'm sorry, what I just said reminded me of some bad things."

"It's okay, sit down." Mu Yeying said understandingly, but there was a ripple in her heart.Why on earth is she so bewildered?

Everyone continued to chat and laugh, and Leng Yixuan also mixed the wine on his own, thinking that he would pass it to other guests, but unexpectedly he drank it himself.

"Didn't you make it for others to drink? What about your boss? Just let you do this?" Xu Qingling's tone was a little dissatisfied. Why can he drink it by himself?Why is this person so arrogant?I have a deep dislike for him, no, it should be said to be hatred, a kind of hatred that will only appear in front of Zuo Bingxuan. Could it be that he is Zuo Bingxuan?No, I'll have to investigate for myself.The sense of panic in her heart grew stronger and stronger.

"If you have any complaints, go to our boss." Leng Yixuan glanced at her blankly, and slowly sipped the cocktail he made himself.

"What's the name?" Murong Han's eyes shone with a kind of light called interest.

"Lugaru. (Revenge Fighting Rabbit. I'm just borrowing the name)" Leng Yixuan's voice was cold, and he lost the emotional temperature just now.

"Why did you choose this name?" Yi Lin asked curiously, with a confused light in her eyes.

"Because this taste is very similar to the taste of revenge. It is bitter and unpalatable but can taste a unique taste, the taste of a mixture of joy and sadness." When Leng Yixuan said this, he was smiling. But everyone felt that he was crying, or laughing while crying. (Mo Xing: It's weird.)

This sentence earned the silence of the others, who had their own thoughts.

What does he mean by these words?Use blood to pay homage to wronged souls and take revenge.Who is he?The feeling of familiarity in Yilin's heart is getting bigger and bigger, and his face gradually overlaps with the Bingxuan in her memory. She is surprised to find that he is actually another Bingxuan, a Bingxuan full of anger and hatred, who is more beautiful than the previous one. More cold-blooded.

who is he?This question has been haunting Mu Yeying's mind for several days, and countless thoughts aroused by his words, thousands of them all surrounded his mind.

The aura emanating from his body made people tremble all over. It was the kind of ruthlessness and bloodthirsty that only demons in hell would have.Thinking of this, Yuan Qing couldn't help trembling.She actually started to be afraid of facing the person in front of her.