Go Through My Demon Host

Chapter 2267: White Moonlight on the Heart of the Tyrant (57)

  Chapter 2267 The tyrant's heart is white moonlight (57)

   "I can take your majesty to leave first." The white-dyed eyebrows were calm, the light-colored pupils reflected the figure of the young emperor, and he said gently: "Your Majesty can trust me?"

   "If you believe it, my majesty will be unscathed."

  The rain is still falling,

The rain curtain blurred people’s sight, and the boy’s picturesque eyebrows were filled, Chu Huai was silent for a few seconds, and then walked two steps forward. Seeing that the person did not follow, he shook the oil-paper umbrella in his hand and asked impatiently: "There What do you do while standing in the rain? Don't you want to leave?"

  Ranbai chuckled suddenly, raised his eyebrows, and followed slowly.

  It seems that the young emperor made the decision so hastily and easily. The people who accompanied him were not at ease, but due to the cold-blooded and evil methods of the tyrant, he did not dare to have any objections.

   If two people ride a horse together, there is unavoidable necessary physical contact.

   Chu Huai held up the umbrella for Ranbai, forming a small vacuum in the air, which cut off the surrounding rain, as if to draw a circle for the two of them, and others could not step in.

  The pure black clothes of the young boy and the snowy color of the white clothes are intertwined, and the snow white and pure black form a different kind of enchantment.

  The rain has never stopped,

   Chu Huai's beautiful, deadly curved jaw lightly pressed against the shoulder of the person in front of him, and the color of his jaw became more porcelain-white in the rain.

   Followed this person without taking care of himself. Chu Huai hummed twice about it, and he felt unreal.

  But there is no reason.

   just like this all of a sudden.

  That's it.

   "Hey." He said suddenly.

"Um?"

   "It's nothing." Chu Huai pressed his eyebrows lightly, and the dark clouds that seemed to stay between his eyebrows gradually disappeared.

   "Ahuai, close your eyes." Dye Bai said softly.

   "What are you doing?" The boy murmured lazily.

   Regarding the matter of calling him His Majesty before he was infected with a white person, and A Huai from the queen, Chu Huai is now completely immune, and he is accustomed to lazily correcting, and lazily reprimanding him for committing the crime.

  It's just a title anyway, and it won't be much.

  It may be that Chu Huai hadn't noticed that his own bottom line had been dyed white and stepped on it.

  "When you open your eyes again, maybe you will be at the temple." The corners of the dyed lips slightly hooked.

"...Oh." Chu Huai really closed his eyes when he heard the words of Yen Bai, his white side face was pressed against Xueyi's back, and the sweet and slightly astringent herbal fragrance surrounded his nose, and he whispered. Urging: "Better hurry up."

   "Okay." Ranbai spit out a word softly. The moment Chu Huai closed his eyes, it was also a scene that Chu Huai had never seen before.

  In the midair, a blood-red bridge jumped up.

  The blood was soaring to the sky, and the brows and eyes that reflected people seemed to be glowing with light golden light.

  The two ends of the blood bridge are silver-white flowers of the other shore, which look delicate and weird, as if they symbolize the beauty of death.

  It is easy to think of Huangquan Hell and the like.

  The blood bridge was shrouded in blood, and the surrounding area was also glowing with stars, as if the night sky had broken stars.

  Ying Bai just rode a horse like that, leaping over quickly.

  No one will see such an extremely shocking picture.

  That is the real god, but...the **** of death.

  A horse, an oiled paper umbrella, and two figures, shuttled between the majestic rainy world, the rain screen blurred people’s vision, and only the two overlapping shadows could be vaguely seen.

  Waiting for the temple,

  Although there is an oil paper umbrella to cover it, the clothes of both of them are almost soaked.

  The feeling of ink-colored hair sticking to the face and the clothes being wet by rain is really uncomfortable.

    [Recommended ticket plus update], good night

    

  

  (End of this chapter)

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