Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3257 The God of the Heart: The Princess's Disease Dahlia (11)

  No one knows this capital,

  I would rather offend the prince than the regent princess, who is known as the legend, because even the emperor can’t move easily.

  No one can respect it.

What about a woman, the regent princess who was pro-appointed by the present-day saint, is a little clever, she was catchy when she was young, and political affairs came with her mouth open, sharp and unique insight, and the ability to use knives and guns, and A genius who is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. He went to the battlefield in his teens and defeated the Huns in battle for two years. At the age of fifteen, his class teacher returned to the court and entered the court. Since then, the legendary story of power in the court has begun.

  The princess walked in, with a cold temperament that could not tolerate profanity: "Look for someone in this hall."

  With a smile on his face, Lao Ya nodded hurriedly: "Your Highness, don’t worry, I’m here. There are so many people who are clean and never let anyone touch it, Your Highness..."

  Before he could finish his words, he was directly interrupted by a calm voice, and all the words and the smile on his face stiffened at that moment.

   "The main hall wants Jin Yao."

  The old crow froze slightly, the smile on his face faded a little, very embarrassed: "His Royal Highness... Jin Yao is a luthier and never picks up guests."

The white-dyed and non-smiling person stared at the old crow. His amorous peach blossom eyes were narrow and sharp, and the light and shadow penetrated into a piece of cold and dead. There was no warmth, and the falling voice seemed to be a cone of ice: "If this temple only wants him. "

  A drop of cold sweat slipped silently from Lao Ya’s forehead.

  ……

   "Jin Yao, can you not know what is good and bad!"

   "I have told you many times, you can't..."

  In the quaint room, the girl's extremely low voice sounded, and it was a little bit of annoyance.

  The young Xueyi Ruoxian, with long eyelashes half-shielding the dark eyes, he ignored it.

  And a knock on the door broke the deadlock.

  The young man’s voice was cold and pleasant, with a bit of wind, frost and loneliness, "Go in."

Lao Ya opened the door with a pale face. After seeing the two people standing in the room, he reluctantly regained his energy, a smirk came out of his face, and looked at the pink girl: "Miss, I'm looking for Jin Yao said something, please avoid it."

The girl seems to be young, she should be one or two years younger than Jin Yao, wearing a veil, and can't see her face clearly, but the pink dress is full of finesse and arrogant temperament. The eldest lady brought up by the family.

This girl is not here for the first time. In recent years, she has been more frequent. Every time she comes, she wears a veil. She is afraid of being recognized. She always just talks to Jin Yao, but it seems that every time the result is Not good, in the end it just left in a rage.

  Lao Ya looked at the pink girl, his eyes flickered.

   "Think about it again." The girl bit her lip, leaving a shallow tooth mark. After looking at Jin Yao, she pushed the door and left without looking at Lao Ya, with a domineering temperament.

  Jin Yao didn't even look at her, he ignored her from beginning to end, except that the girl was singing a one-man show alone, and Lao Ya could see clearly.

She closed the door, cleared her throat, and persuaded with all her heart, she looked at Jin Yao's gaze evasively, faintly with a bit of unpredictable emotion in the deepest place: "My son, you said you have nothing but playing the piano these years. Isn’t that justified? It’s just to meet the guests, and you can’t suffer."

  This is not the first time that the old crow has said this, and his mouth will be worn out and the young man will not compromise.

   is just the identity of that person today.

  ...

  The old crow has a headache when he thinks about it.

  Jin Yao remained indifferent, with an indifferent tone: "So?"

   "Someone named you by name and wants to see you, and only you." The old crow said quickly and persuaded: "You go to meet, nothing else."

The young man turned his eyes to look at her, that white robe was lined with a lonely and cold temperament, and the embroidered pear blossoms were very elegant. His eyes were very deep, as if they were born in a dark abyss, in a trance, there seemed to be a morbid, world-weary malice. But it's just like an illusion: "I'm a luthier."

  The voice fell to my ears, like a natural sound.

  Lao Ya was in a daze, feeling a cold back inexplicably, and unknowingly, the cold sweat was soaked in his clothes, and a chill swept through the soles of his feet.

  I don’t know when,

   Jin Yao is getting more and more out of control.

  Things hidden in those eyes...

  I had to make the crow think more.

   often makes her confused between reality and illusion.

  The person in front of you seems to be close at hand, but it also seems to be out of reach, a sense of illusory existence.

  The old crow bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and the smell of blood permeated his mouth before he walked her out of that chilling coldness.

   "My son, that person is the regent princess." The old crow's eyes flickered, and he smiled: "Is the most noble Highness, you can... be equal to your Majesty."

  The old crow said those two sentences.

  Jin Yao only heard two words.

  His Royal Highness.

The boy’s movements were there for a moment, and under his long eyelashes were a pair of very well-behaved and beautiful eyes, with deep pupils. At this moment, a dark and decadent morbid state was brewing silently, and the corners of his eyes were slightly stained with crimson red, as if they were born in the dark. The devil, the thrilling bewitching.

  His Royal Highness...

  His...His Royal Highness.

  The minions who do miscellaneous work in Mengfusheng bow their heads, respectfully lead the way, and walk towards the best box in Mengfusheng.

  Princess purple dress, sharp and expensive.

  Incompatible with this romantic place.

  A girl in pink hurried past, wearing a veil, covering most of her face.

  As she passed by with Ranbai, her steps stiffened a bit, and then she walked quickly.

  At this moment, there was a bewitching bass, a somewhat uniquely sexy, lazy hook, and a voice revolved thousands of times, lingering and afflicted.

   "Your Highness."

  Yan Bai looked forward, just in time to see the owner of the voice.

   is a young boy, a light gauze red dress that looks a bit gorgeous, and he is beautiful and exquisite, and a good skin bag has no idea how many people's souls are hooked. He is non-feminine and beautiful, demon and deceiving.

  The fox eyes are long and charming, as if hiding a small hook in them.

   "Who will see you in the palace of the princess." Hua Qi lightly picked up the fox eyes, and stared at Dye Bai with a smile.

The princess stood there, giving a condescending and careless look at the young man, the arc drawn by her thin lips was cool and eye-catching, and her peach blossom eyes that had always been amorous seemed to be lingering in the midsummer night, and they seemed to be three-pointed romantic. She smiled picturesquely, in a lazy tone: "I don't want to find you."

  Hua Qi was slightly startled, the smile was burning, and the voice was even more blushing, and he lost his words for a while.

  Until the princess has already passed by, leaving behind alone.

   "His Royal Highness..." Hua Qi tilted her head, staring straight at her white back, without concealing the surprise in her eyes: "Is that the goal of the mission."

  (End of this chapter)