Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 2263 The tyrant's heart is white moonlight (53)

  Ranbai quickly walked out of the city gate, because it was too troublesome, he threw the oil-paper umbrella he was holding to the side of the road, and drove the maroon handsome horse away.

   Lost the barrier of the oil-paper umbrella, the shower fell on her like that. The raindrops slid down the white profile of the snow-clothed boy and fell to the collar, like a beautiful ice sculpture.

  Even in this situation, it still feels extremely expensive, like an ink painting-like figure of an immortal.

  She knew he was safe enough, but she just wanted to see him, how?

  The people around you are always the ones who catch the most.

  The torrential rain fell sharply, and the trend did not stop for a while, the dark clouds on the horizon were focused, and the raindrops slapped the ground like a whip, not tired.

  Feng Luomu had a face, looking at the figure dyed white quickly disappearing on the edge of the imperial city, thinking about the eruption of the torrential rain and mudslide, it wanted to see how the host passed and what he did in the past.

  ...

  The sacrificial rites pass through a mountain,

  This is a beautiful landscape at the foot of the capital city, connected by mountains and rivers, and it is one of the few treasures of geomantic omen.

  A large imperial ancestral temple was built halfway up the mountain. The majestic and majestic ancestral temple is held here every year.

  After experiencing the baptism of the storm, the vegetation on the mountain became more and more verdant and full of vitality.

  In the summer of 229, the annual sacrifice began again.

  Today's young emperor brought the Chinese military officials to the ancestral temple for a ceremony.

  Xu Huai didn't seem interested in this kind of sacrifice, but for some reason, he didn't cancel it.

  The brigade of people marched vigorously to the beautiful mountainous area, and shuttled at the foot of the flat grassy mountain.

  Take a short break, then continue up the winding mountain road.

  Xinhuai wore a pure black and solemn brocade robe, but he was abruptly brought out a cold and unruly feeling. The collar was embroidered with pale gold lines, reflecting the complexion of porcelain white.

  Under the dark sleeves, it is more and more obvious that those hands are white, slender and cold.

  He lazily stared at the steep hills and plants on the mountain, his long eyelashes covered his eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

  There was even silence in the team, only the constant progress of footsteps and the chirping of birds were heard.

   But suddenly--

  The sky changed suddenly, dark clouds rolled in, a white light flashed across the sky, and a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, dazzlingly bright.

   Immediately afterwards, the thunder rumbling through the sky, and the torrential rain poured down.

  The originally quiet team suddenly changed.

"If you keep on fighting, do you fall off the cliff to be quiet?" Listening to the various noises in his ears, the boy's original brows and eyes looked more like lingering clouds at this moment, and the corners of his lips were lightly raised. A touch of arc, evil and forceful, he spoke gloomily, like a life-threatening **** of death.

  The team immediately began to restore order,

  The sky is dark, dark clouds are pressing down, and heavy rain is pouring.

The young emperor coldly twitched the corners of his lower lip and uttered a low voice. He held an oil paper umbrella, isolated from the rain, walked indifferently, slender and tall, with a lazy and cold breath, like a beast in the abyss. It looks hard to provoke.

  For those who have lived in Huaiyin, Huaiyin, and surviving for a long time, with a ruthless and treacherous temper, it is obvious that the impatience and vague temperament of the young emperor's body can be felt.

  They fell silent tacitly, trying their best not to let the unpredictable storm wet themselves, and they were extremely quiet, for fear that Xihuai would really let them push them off the cliff.

  After all, with the character of today’s young emperor, this kind of thing is really very possible!

but--

  Suddenly a "rumbling" sound came from a distance, and even the mountain underneath was shaking slightly.

  (End of this chapter)