Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 2231 The tyrant's heart is white moonlight (21)

   Dyeing white and returned to the room.

  The candle in the room was not lit, the sky was already dark, and the room was even darker at this moment.

  She was standing at the doorway, her back pressed against the edge of the door, her face expressionless.

  She is on the boundary between light and darkness.

  In front of him, the darkness is boundless.

Behind   , the light and shadow are chaotic.

   Then he closed the door carelessly, and the room was completely plunged into darkness, as if he had personally extinguished the last ray of light.

  She lightly lit the candle, and the room was bright again.

  The light flickers, and the white face is also flickering, and the eyes are secretive.

  Fortunately, Feng Luo was not irrational enough to beat everyone in the harem.

actually……

  For fast-wearing people, being tempted by a person is the biggest thing.

  You may have concerns and hope, but...

  That person will never have memories, will never know you, and even every time you have a plane, you must start again.

  If that person is tempted by you, it is lucky, but what if not?

  Can you always bear that person’s initial indifference?

  In fact, Feng Luo feels that dyeing white is quite rational in this matter, at least Feng Luo believes,

  If you can't meet that person, dyeing white can also do well, because all the success of the host's master is done by himself.

   But if it’s an official match really...like other people?

  Okay, Feng Luo feels that I don’t need to think about it next

  Because there is only one ending.

  Dear, human specimens are welcome, please experience the art of death?

  Yes, this is the final outcome hahahahaha.

  Although Feng Luo knew that it was a bit unkind to laugh like this, he still wanted to laugh.

  "Is it funny?" At this time, a voice that was warm and cold like snow sounded neither light nor heavy.

   "Of course..." It was funny. This is the first reaction of Fengluo, the second reaction...

   Fogweed host!

   "It's not funny, it's not funny, it's not funny at all!" Feng Luo said with a strong desire to survive, "What's funny? Is this kind of thing funny?! With all due respect, those who want to laugh are not good people."

"Ah."

  Feng Luo left silently.

  Ran Bai leaned carelessly there, playing with the dagger in her hand, lowering her eyes, her long eyelashes covering her eyes.

   is clean, it means he hasn’t touched anyone.

  This is the only satisfactory point of dyeing white.

  She squinted her eyes and smiled to herself.

  These things are really...

  It makes people unhappy. the other side,

  The Royal Palace,

  In the Imperial Study Room,

  The atmosphere is unbelievably silent. The chief **** standing next to him does not even dare to gasp for fear of harming himself.

  Obviously, your Majesty still looked very happy just now, but in a blink of an eye, the temperature in the Imperial Study Room has frozen.

  The young emperor leaned there coldly, his white and slender fingers holding a brush, scribbling continuously on the white rice paper, moving quickly.

  He painted a person, to be precise, a girl. He painted everything except for the eyes.

  When it was the last stroke, Chu Huai suddenly dropped the brush and directly grabbed the rice paper in the handwriting, crumpled it up, and threw it on the ground without hesitation.

   Then he held another brush, his eyes icy, repeating the painting mechanically.

  The **** chief tried to lower his head, lowering his sense of existence and dare not say a word, even the sound of breathing was extremely soft.

  From his perspective, you can just see that countless scraps of paper have been thrown on the ground.

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  (End of this chapter)