101 ways of death of male god in fast time travel

Chapter 203 Damn man, so sweet.

From the back of the hall, there is a long corridor on the left and right sides, with half a pond of lotus in the middle, bamboo curtains and lanterns hanging on the corridor, Shihua walked along the right one, and saw three side-by-side rooms.

Walking over slowly, through the window opening, I saw a handsome man in a black robe, holding a book in his right hand, and the pad of the index finger of his left hand rubbing the shallow protrusions of the writing line by line.

The bony fingers are delicate and fair, against the light yellow pages of the book stained with black ink, it dissipates the man's hostility.

It was evening, and the sun shone on half of the lotus pond outside. The sparkling light was cut by the flowers through the window. Half of it fell on his face, and the other half scattered on his black robe.

When the sun shines through the window, the son is unparalleled.It's a pity that there is only a black cloth over the eyes.

Shihua looked back at the setting sun and then at the man.

The man noticed something, and slightly turned his head in Shihua's direction.His outline is deep and his skin is very fair. Facing the wave light, Shihua's heart is aroused with various emotions, the corners of his mouth are raised unconsciously, and the way he looks at him is different.

"If you weren't the one who raised the eyes of the owner of the valley, I'm afraid you would have been buried in the medicine garden by now."

I don't know why, his voice now, his clear voice and intonation are the same as those in the pavilion, but Shihua is not afraid now.

He went around the window and walked into the house, but just as his left foot was about to cross the door, his right knee hurt and he threw himself directly into the door.

"Ouch!" He faced the ground and gnawed on the mud.

The culprit turned a page of the book indifferently: "Dirty."

Shihua stood up and looked at his feet, sighed resignedly, and crawled out, began to polish the soles of his shoes and did some ideological work for himself: Virgos need caring and tolerance, so anything is fine, right?

Dare to step into the house after wiping it clean, and dare to step on the other one only after stepping in to make sure everything is fine.

"come over."

Shihua sighed inwardly and moved closer, seeing him reaching out his hand and putting his eyes close to his.

The moment Guzhu touched the eyes, the corners of his mouth loosened: "The eyes are mine, do you understand?"

"Understood!" You can say anything.

After touching it, he withdrew his hand, took out a white handkerchief from his sleeve, wiped his hands carefully, and threw the handkerchief on the ground, and the corner of the handkerchief went straight into the wooden board.

Shihua was startled: I wonder, is he so good at martial arts?It's amazing, no, no, it's a warning to myself.

Shihua didn't think too much and knelt down with a puff: "The boss is awesome, the boss is excellent!" He put his hands on the ground, showing respect.

"roll."

"Come on!" Shihua should have left without stopping, but when he came to the door, he was still reluctant to look back at him. He picked up the book again and began to touch it word by word.

After returning home, I suddenly remembered what I was going to do?I was confused by masculinity and forgot what I was going to do, but I had to figure out a way.

He squatted by the bed and thought for a long time. If he wanted his own eyes, just give them to him. In exchange, let him find the murderer for him. It shouldn't be difficult, right? Emmm, but such a powerful person seems to regard his own eyes as belongings, so he must be threatened.

Emmm, after thinking about it all night, I finally came up with a countermeasure. I made a fuss early in the morning to see the owner of the valley, and even threatened her with my eyes.

In the waterside pavilion, a man in green clothes had a short sword on his waist. He held a brocade box in his hand and handed it to the owner of the valley: "Master of the valley, Prince Rong fell from a horse a year ago. His legs are disabled and cannot be cured. Today, Send someone to deliver this silver needle."

(End of this chapter)