Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 2215 The tyrant's heart is white moonlight (5)

  The expensive carriage stopped by the side of the road, and the curtains of the carriage were suddenly opened. The jewels falling on the eaves of the carriage collided with each other, making a clear and pleasant sound.

  The soaring fire light fell on the colorful gems, those pure gems slightly refracted a clear light, reflecting the young hands, slender, white, with distinct bones, and extremely beautiful.

  The boy got out of the carriage, and he could really see his profile, with distinct lines, clean and beautiful features, and long eyelashes covering his eyes.

   "Master." The guard knelt on the ground, calling out in the most respectful posture.

   Chu Huaiman gave a careless hum, he lifted his eyes lightly, and the dark eyes seemed to be reflected with blood, the corners of his lips seemed to be twitched, his thin lips lightly opened, and he uttered indisputable words.

   "Stay. Stand still."

  The guard glanced at the dilapidated palace, and just wanted to say something.

  But at the same time the boy’s cold and neat voice also fell: "This is an order."

The four characters    carry the inherent strength and dignity.

  The guard lowered his head and said no more.

   Chu Huai was holding a pure white oil-paper umbrella alone, and the umbrella formed a vacuum in the air, isolating his figure from the heavy rain.

The young man walked into the palace alone, avoiding all the corpses all the way, his white and slender fingers lightly flicked the non-existent dust on the sleeves of his elastic shirt, and Feng Qingyun glanced at the mess in the palace, and then extremely Go towards the distant figure purposefully.

   Chu Huai walked step by step, stepping on the mottled ground, making a faint sound.

  He stopped in front of the man. The pure white oil paper umbrella covered the heavy rain from the sky. The raindrops dripped along the edge of the umbrella, but never splashed on the young man.

  The oil paper umbrella cast a dim shadow, and at the same time it also covered the showers that fell on the girl.

  Ranbai leaned there, she lowered her eyes, pressed the wound with one hand, and the blood flowed along the fingers.

  The first thing that hits his eyes is the pair of snow-white boots that stopped in front of him. Stepping on the mottled mud ground, they have never been stained with blood, and they are incredibly white.

  And the next second,

  She quickly picked up a long sword from the side and pointed directly at the boy's heart.

  The blade is sharp, and when it passes through the air, it also brings a strong wind, which has a kind of murderous aura.

The young man gave a low laugh, and stood there stiffly. He was not afraid, nor flustered, or even dodged. Instead, he stretched out his hand, his white fingers gently clamped the sword against his heart, and his posture was careless. In it is very aggressive and elegant.

  "It's not a good habit to point a sword at a person." The boy said, his voice was as clear and lazy as the impact of a lingling jade stone. It was probably due to the change of time, and it was a little dumb, but it fell on the ears, but it was very nice.

  Ranbai turned around, she stood there, looking at him indifferently.

  It was an extremely young and slender figure, a pure black brocade suit, the neckline was a pattern of light golden silk, and the clothes were hunting and hunting, with a strong sense of youth.

   looked a little fuzzy in the middle of the night, and he couldn't see his face or his expression clearly. The beautiful eyebrows were hidden in the dark, and the beautiful shadow of the oil-paper umbrella fell on his face, outlining a certain dangerous meaning for no reason.

  An oil paper umbrella, two figures, and a long sword.

   Opposite each other, the aura is killing, as if to isolate the world, and in such a **** and desolate place, everything around it seems to be receding, backing, and transforming into a background board.

   Chu Huai did not avoid the girl's cold enough gaze, and narrowed down the long and narrow demon-chilling eyes. The deep black eyes were unfathomable, as pure as a lily, but also cold.

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  (End of this chapter)