Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 2244 The tyrant's heart is white moonlight (34)

  Darkness, people who are not as good as dead,

is her.

   "An Yi." Chu Huai dropped the torture instrument boredly, glanced at the person who had passed out in pain, and withdrew his gaze in every possible way.

   "Your Majesty." In the second after Chu Huai's voice fell, a figure suddenly appeared, kneeling on the ground.

  "Give this to the kid who came in today." Chu Huai said casually, as if it were something that couldn't be more simple, his eyes were a bit lazy and indifferent, "She can't love this gift."

  Silently thought about the corpse that had been chopped down, and responded with a yes.

  "How many obvious abnormalities are there in those people in the harem?" Chu Huai asked.

   "Visually observe three strange behaviors, and four of them have not found any problems for the time being, and two of them have changed their temperament." The guard replied with a sharp glance.

   "Continue to observe, I can't let it go for a minute or a second." The corner of the young emperor's lips slightly provoked a vicious arc, and the cold black eyes were completely unsatisfactory.

   "Yes."

  The guards outside saw the young emperor coming out, and greeted them quickly, and asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, do you want to continue the trial?"

   "For so many years, she only occasionally said something illogical, but she didn't mention anything else."

   "Continue." Chu Huai said as he walked. He stood in front of the door of the dark prison, as if standing at the junction of light and darkness.

  The deep dimness and the bright light and shadow are intertwined, falling on the young man, reflecting the flickering and darkening of his face, and his expression seems to be separated by a layer of veil, which makes it difficult to see and understand.

After Chu Huai walked out of the dark prison, he returned to the Imperial Study Room.

  He slowly pulled out a piece of pure white rice paper, and the black sleeves were lightly embroidered with light gold, revealing a delicate porcelain-white wrist.

The young emperor stood there, lowered his eyes, with long eyelashes covering his eyes, holding a brush with his white and slender fingers, and drew a look on the white and flawless rice paper, smudging like ink, reflecting the young man The joints of his hand are distinct and slender.

  He wrote three words unhurriedly.

  The interweaving of snow white and pure black is particularly conspicuous on the rice paper.

  ——The Raiders.

   Chu Huai stared at the three characters, and after a few seconds of silence, he continued writing casually.

  Stroke one by one, the stroke is natural.

  He wrote down these pieces of information separately,

three years ago.

  The country of Cheng was destroyed.

  Cheng Yaner.

   Chu Huai's eyes were deep and weird. He looked at the black and white letters and smiled lightly, not knowing what he was laughing at.

finally,

  He even crossed out all the words he wrote, the pen and ink smeared like an ink lotus, and those words were blurred.

   Only two newly written characters are left.

   is impressively——

  Yu Bai.

  All the words have been crossed out, only the name is left.

  The young emperor's cold fingertips gently rubbed the outline of the handwriting, and whispered softly, not knowing who he was talking to.

  "Don't be you..."

   Million...

  At this time,

  The chief **** bent down and knelt on the cold obsidian floor, with a sharp voice: "Your Majesty, Master Yu has arrived in the palace."

   Chu Huai paused slightly when he was writing. After a few seconds, he randomly threw the brush aside and leaned back lazily.

  The remaining ink on the brush touched the name, slowly eroded, and finally blurred.

"where?"

  The chief **** knelt on the ground tremblingly, and told: "Master Yu is at the Eleventh Prince's, and he needs a slave to go..."

"No need." Before the chief **** could finish, Chu Huai was interrupted by Chu Huai's laziness and evil, his lips curled slightly, and the motion of picking up the pure black sleeves was a bit cold. Shen Yu, "I will find him."

  (End of this chapter)