Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 2271 The tyrant's heart is white moonlight (61)

  The weird sun was dazzling, and the dappled light and shadow passed through the bamboo forest and fell on the young man’s face, and the treetops cast beautiful shadows.

  The young man’s eyes seemed to be against the sun's spilt light, and finely shredded light gold was laid in the dark pupils, like the Milky Way falling stars.

For a long time,

  The young emperor hummed softly and said, "There is one."

  His voice is very soft, floating in the air along the warm wind, and the reverberation whirls.

   "Is that the son?" The host didn't look surprised, and he was silent and asked, but he had already guessed the answer from the bottom of his heart.

   "Can't it work?" Chu Huai did not answer this question directly, but asked rhetorically with a erratic smile on the corner of his lips.

   "Your Majesty has walked all the way to today, the road in the past is extremely difficult, now..." Master Hui Yun said.

  But before he finished speaking, Chu Huai lowered his long eyelashes, and said quietly, his voice seemed to be chilled for thousands of years: "I have nothing."

  He said "I", not "I".

   Why are you afraid of losing it again?

   Chu Huai leaned there lazily, his dark eyes, like deep ink, seemed to be smiling, but also not smiling.

  The young emperor quietly lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes covered his eyes.

  He had never thought before that he would like someone who is mysterious and uncertain, and might even kill him.

   is still a...boy.

  He used to swear to the blood on the ground and the ashes of his only relative,

  Never believe in anyone in this life, and will never fall in love with anyone in this world.

   But now,

  He still chose this way, no return.

  How bad people can be, he showed vividly and vividly.

   "The world is so, if your majesty wants to be with that person, I am afraid that there will be many difficulties."

   "Those who refuse to accept kill." The young emperor raised his eyes, his dark eyes were hollow like a pool of stagnant water, the strong wind could not make waves, and the huge waves could not stir the waves, leaving only the cold pool without focus.

  There is no temperature like looking at the corpse. The people under this world are all corpses.

  His expression is indifferent, and his voice is solemn, as if he has the coldness that has gone through thousands of years of ice and snow.

   Even if it is shocking, how can it be? The shackles of the world are meant to be broken.

  He must get what he wants.

  No one can stop it.

   Facing Master Huiyun’s startled look, Chu Huai changed the subject and smiled softly, “You are the only elder I respect, and I also hope that I can receive your blessing.”

  "There has always been a wishing tree in the temple. Everyone who comes to the temple to worship the Buddha will go to the praying tree to make a wish. If your Majesty wants to, just go."

   "I don't believe in Buddha." Chu Huai snorted and said casually, thick and curled long eyelashes covering his eyes, like a butterfly wing perched, looking like a rascal.

  God blocks and kills gods, Buddha blocks and kills Buddhas, if he believes in that, he can't be what he looks like today.

  The host smiled and did not speak any more.

   just the next day,

  He passes through the wishing tree,

  Looking at the eternally proud young emperor, he stood under the tree and hung the note with the handwriting on the branch religiously.

  A light breeze blows,

  The old tree branch was swaying, and the shadow of the tree was whirling, and the golden bells scratched on it rang slightly with the paper strips, making a crisp sound.

  The young man is dressed in black, slender, with fluttering robes, hunting for wind.

  The host was stunned, he couldn't help but laughed, his voice sighed: "It's really a kid..."

  Go back to Beijing again after offering sacrifices,

  Leaving Beijing this time, there are already minor actions in private.

  I don’t know if he was rectifying those people in the capital or investigating the assassins thoroughly. Chu Huai seemed very busy, and he didn’t see anyone for almost a day.

  The memorials placed on the single table table are almost piled up.

  "Help me study ink." Chu Huai pushed the inkstone to Dye Bai, leaning sloppily on the chair, flipping through the memorial with his slender and white fingers, and the whole person looked dispirited.

  (End of this chapter)