Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3279 Gods in the Heart: The Princess’s Sick Guachen (33)

  "Shuotian..." Zhao Huiya couldn't help but shouted in a low voice.

Such a voice made Jin Shuotian stop, and looked over with an impatient look, and saw the woman standing under the pear tree. After seeing who it was, a heavy disdain and disgust passed in his eyes. , Qing Man said: "It's Sanyi Niang."

  Jin Yao’s biological mother.

  Jin Shuotian would not have any good feelings at all, and even disgusted even more. At this moment, he said ironically: "My name is also called by your humble concubine?"

  Zhao Huiya's face turned pale, and her figure couldn't help shaking. She lowered her head and did not refute, knowing that she hadn't controlled it and said something wrong.

  Seeing the woman like this, Jin Shuotian felt even more bored. After a cold snort, he flung his sleeves and left.

  Zhao Huiya looked at Jin Shuotian's back, her eyes suppressed the emotion that burst at any time, her fingertips turned white, and she firmly grasped her handkerchief.

For a long time,

  She took a deep breath, "Where does Jin Yao live?"

  The maid replied: "My son, he should be...in the guest room today."

   "Lead the way."

  If it is not necessary, Zhao Huiya would never want to see Jin Yao in her life, but the recent events made her extremely disturbed.

  It’s just that Zhao Huiya didn’t need to go to the guest room to find someone, so she ran into the white-clothed boy on the way.

  A clear and clean touch of snow, lining the figure of a young Zhilan Yushu, lonely and cold.

  That kind of temperament...

   is not like an actor at all.

   After seeing the teenager, Zhao Huiya's pupils tightened, her legs were Microsoft, and after forcing herself to calm down for a while, Zhao Huiya gritted her teeth and walked up.

   "Jin Yao."

  The sound is rusty and astringent.

  It's not like a mother's voice to her child at all.

  Jin Yao just came back from the outside, hiding in his sleeve a clean and shiny dagger that saw blood but was still wiped by the owner. The outline of the boy looked cold and deep in the night, and he had an indifferent and **** temperament.

  After the woman walked in, she couldn't help but shrank.

  Jin Yao's eyes are very indifferent, even if the woman opposite is his nominal biological mother, it is still like a deep pool of ice.

   "Jin Yao...you don't be right with your brother, it won't end well." Zhao Huiya saw the unstoppable surprise and vaguely layered disgust in her eyes when she saw the youth's face clearly.

  When the youth is indifferent, with a clear tone and biting words, perhaps because the night wind is too cold at first, it brings out a three-point evil, like a demon walking in the dark: "Jin Shuo Tian?"

For some reason, Zhao Huiya's scalp was numb, but remembering her purpose and recent worries, she had to gritted her teeth and continued: "Listening to her mother, Shuotian will inherit the Jin family sooner or later, and he will be the head of the Jin family. It's no good for you to offend him."

Seeing that the teenager was indifferent, Zhao Huiya was anxious, her eyes flushed, "Don't you believe what mother said?" Slightly choked up: "We have been separated from mother and child for more than ten years. My heart is not peaceful day and night, you Do you know, I..."

  The young man had long eyelashes down, and he listened to the woman without any expression. He was very cold: "Did you finish?"

  Speaking was interrupted, Zhao Huiya couldn't help but stunned, biting her lip and looking at the boy.

  Jin Yao glanced at her with extreme indifference. Such eyes were too cold-blooded and subconsciously made Zhao Huiya take a step back.

  The thin lips of the young man opened lightly, and the sound quality was good but cold.

"roll."

  The emotion in Zhao Huiya's eyes gradually became horrified, completely unbelievable, and did not react to such a word at all.

  She is his mother!

  How can Jin Yao talk to her like this? !

how come……

  Jin Yao was not in a good mood, and the Tibetan mastiff who had just killed his Highness was still indifferent.

  When he is in a bad mood,

  Want to see blood.

  The young man's tongue lightly licked the thin and blushing lips, evil intentions grew in his eyes, and the depressed aura rose for no reason.

  But it is different now.

  Jin Yao’s deep eyes like splashing ink curled up in a pleasant arc, and the tears in the corners of his eyes flowed with spleen and shattered light.

  He has His Royal Highness.

  The young man, in white clothes like snow, walked to the guest room, but when he passed the wing room where the princess lived, his pace stopped there.

  Jin Yao stood far away, looking at the picture in front of the wing, his expression was faint in the middle of the night, and it seemed to be a moment of darkness and chaos between the alternation of day and night, dim and dangerous.

"His Royal Highness..." Huaqi is light in red, and she looks more like a fairy in the night. The fox's eyes are twitched and her smile is charming and charming. She is obviously a man, but she is even more beautiful than a woman. "My room is a little bit more beautiful. It's cold, can I come to you."

  This is an obvious hint and invitation.

Ranbai just opened the door, looked at Hua Qi, and calmly listened to Hua Qi saying such a sentence.

  The princess was indifferent and did not show mercy: "Get away from me."

  But in the next second of refusal, he saw a touch of snow in the distance, as clean as a winter star.

  Huaqi paused, only feeling like a man on her back.

  He stiffened, turned around, and hit the deep eyes directly.

  "……"

have to.

  It’s definitely not going to happen today.

  Huaqi pursed her lower lip, she only felt a headache, she didn't leave any more, she just said one last sentence to Ranbai: "I like Your Highness very much."

  After speaking, he left.

  "When did you come back?" Ranbai didn't pay attention to Huaqi at all, but leaned sideways against the door, looked at Jin Yao, and asked calmly.

  The young man walked over, and the darkness that had just fallen on the eyebrows disappeared. He said, "Just now."

  Ran Bai nodded, but vaguely through the night breeze, he smelled the faint smell of blood wafting in the air, which normal people would not notice.

   But for people who are accustomed to blood like Yun Bai, they can’t be more familiar, and they can detect it very keenly.

  Her eyes fixed on Jin Yao, and she slipped off, her tone of voice was rather light, as if she asked casually: "What's the matter with your clothes."

  Jin Yao was slightly startled, his heart beating almost at that moment, and when he lowered his eyes lightly, he could see the blood splashing on his clothes.

   should have been accidentally touched when the Tibetan mastiff was just dismembered.

that moment,

  In Jin Yao's mind, countless excuses almost flashed through his mind, a sense of calmness to the extreme.

  It's just that his thin lips just moved, and the sound hasn't come out yet.

Princess    has already interrupted, she should be disinterested and not in the mood to listen.

  She turned sideways and gave up a position, "Come in."

   "Let's take a shower here, and let the servants take the changed clothes." Ranbai said plainly and carelessly.

  The young man walked in, and the blood red that bloomed on the snow-white clothes seemed to be a rose in full bloom. The tip of his tongue touched his upper jaw lightly, saying yes.

  The servants of the Prime Minister’s Mansion sent new clothes, put the water away, didn't dare to look at anything, and retired respectfully.

After Jin Yao walked to the screen, he lowered his eyes and looked at the blood on his clothes, his eyes darkened a bit.

  (End of this chapter)