Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3282 God in the heart: The princess's sick dahlia (36)

  Princess is the only one, and it is also an exception.

Dye Bai was watching the teenager put on the makeup. The original delicate and white facial features are even more beautiful. They are different from the usual coldness. On the contrary, the corners of the eyes and brows are picked up and down, and the demon atmosphere is turned horizontally, which seems to be a bewitching demon. , There is a mole on the left corner of the eye, it is even more lining that the beauty is on the skin and on the bone.

  She watched the teenager's delicate and elegant makeup, her eyes fixed on the mole.

   Before this, Ranbai had never heard of Jin Yao's play.

  She doesn't often come into contact with opera, and rarely listens to opera.

  But she needs to face it up now.

  It turns out that there are people who can interpret things that weren’t that interesting in the first place. She thinks it’s amazing.

  Jin Yao is a cappella, but he changed into a costume.

  The snow-white belt is tied with the juvenile's slender jade figure, and the costumes are exquisite and cumbersome, setting off the young man's cool and demon-controlling contradictory temperament.

  When Jin Yao spoke.

The only thing left in the room is the clear and sweet sound of the young boy's drama echoing in the air, and a word lingers out from the red and thin lips, as if to tell the love of his life, quietly making people intoxicated, and bringing people into the world in the drama. , Can’t play for a long time.

  Listening to him singing at the beginning and end of the play, it was only for a moment.

The princess    red dress, fierce and noble, now casually leaning on the back of the chair, the peach blossom eyes reflect the young figure.

  Dream of life and death in dreams is better than heaven and earth, Chang'an city is prosperous and splendid, ten miles of long streets are full of traffic, and a red sand lamp at the corner of the platform eaves the light shattered in the night.

  The low singing voice overflowed his lips and teeth, lingered in the night breeze, sent to the distance.

  The sleeves were slightly folded, and together they brought out the snow and brilliance. The young man Zhilan Yushu, like a person in the painting, has a mole at the corner of his eye, amorous and cold.

   is a lonely soul shattered by the world, performing the joys and sorrows of others in the opera.

  The play was up and down, Jin Yao's beautiful and well-behaved eyes seemed to be constricted to the deepest darkness, the glimmers were ups and downs, watching the princess infatually, the redness in the depths of the eyes was dizzy, sick and pious.

  Who is singing in the play, and who is the guest outside the play.

  From the beginning to the end of the drama, but in the morning and evening, the emotions of joy, anger, sorrow and joy are all blended in the drama, seeming to tell the whole life of love to outsiders, and it is intended to promise this life in the drama.

  The end of the play, the curtain falls.

  Who is scattered.

  The sleeves fold lightly, like flowing clouds and thin snow, and the coldness of the teenager is also demonized, step by step towards the princess.

  The voice that fell in the ear was clear and clear, because after the performance was three-point dumb: "His Royal Highness, offended."

As the voice fell, the young boy’s long eyelashes half covered the deep and dull color that settled in his eyes, and his slender fingers gently clasped the white-dyed hand and pressed it aside. The temperature of the fingertips was as cold as a handful of first snow, and the low eyes almost overflowed. The sentiment is deep, and she kisses the princess's lips and sends a deep kiss.

   Close to the distance, you can see the young and young trembling slender eyelashes and squishy eyes when dyed white.

   "The drama is good." The princess raised her eyes slightly, laughed low, and asked casually: "Whose love are you singing?"

  The young man whispered in his ear: "His Royal Highness Jin Yao Xinyue, Your Highness Admires Your Highness, Your Highness Joyful."

  In the drama, the outsider in the drama, who is more to say.

The princess's expression was calm, always calm and unfathomable. She was caught by the teenager with one hand and didn't care. She languidly kissed the mole of tears, she wanted to kiss for a long time, and her tone was flat and calm: "My son , No matter in or out of the play, the main hall is your only guest."

  So he can only tell her about his extravagance in the scene.

"my pleasure."

  The light breeze rolls the fragrance of pear blossoms, and the moonlight supports the strings.

When Ranbai left Mengfu, she didn't let Jin Yao give it away.

  The princess walked out of the room alone, along the long corridor with carved beams, and at the end, you could see a boy in red, who looked like a fairy, but did not appear feminine at all.

  Huaqi stood there, looking at the princess deeply, smiling without hitting her eyes.

  When the girl approached, he smiled and called: "Your Highness."

  Yan Bai ignored it.

"His Royal Highness can't always be the only one Jin Yao." Hua Qi approached step by step, with a clever but contradictory smile on her face: "I can also serve Your Highness. I know I still have it, and I will never bother you. Your Highness is business."

  This villain is really difficult to deal with.

  The villain has come to Dream Floating a lot of times, but every time she just met Jin Yao, Hua Qi racked her brains and used countless ways to seduce her, but she never succeeded. Perfection was ignored.

  Perhaps he is unsuccessful, he must change the strategy to carry out the strategy.

   "You are wrong." The princess gently squinted her sharp peach eyes, her tone was not gentle, and she was not interested in saying to Hua Qiduo, she didn't even give a look in her eyes, and left directly.

Huaqi stood behind the girl, looking at the arrogant and lonely back, the smile on her face gradually faded until she disappeared completely. He turned around, but his sight hit the distant Xueyi without warning. The young boy's dark eyes are as deep as an abyss!

  In an instant,

   Actually makes Huaqi have the illusion of falling into an ice cave.

  The carriage of Princess Mansion left from a dream, driving forward at an unhurried speed, and gradually disappeared into the night.

   "Host!!!" Feng Luosheng suddenly screamed: "Go back!"

  Ranbai supported her forehead with one hand, she was closing her eyes and waking her mind, but she was awakened by Feng Luo's wailing voice. She opened her eyes, indifferent, and her speech was extremely calm, without waves: "What's the matter."

"...If you are a little late, the host, the outsider may just hang up!" Feng Luo switched the angle of view at will, but didn't expect to see the scene in the dream floating life directly, scared his cat's body shocked, and hurriedly barked. Stain white.

  The princess twisted her eyebrows, very impatient, and indifferently said to the coachman: "Turn around, return to the dream."

  In fact, it wasn't just Feng Luo who didn't think of it, but Hua Qi didn't even dream of it.

  The young luthier who has always been praised by the world for its beautiful scenery, Zhilan Yushu, is lonely, tall, and noble, and independent.

   actually acted a real murderous intention on him!

  Hua Qi didn't know how she passed out, but when he opened his eyes, he was already in a dark and silent dark room.

  There are no lights, and you can’t see the surroundings clearly.

  You can hear your own breathing quietly.

  Huaqi soon felt that she was bound and couldn't struggle.

  "?!!!"

what's the situation?

  He gritted his teeth and forced himself to calm down.

  The last picture I saw before...

   is Jin Yao.

  I don’t know when Jin Yao appeared behind him.

  Maybe he witnessed the whole process of talking with the princess.

   can only be Jin Yao.

  What do you want to kill him?

  Huaqi is unbelievable.

soon,

  He got the exact answer.

  The white-clothed, slender, bamboo-like young man walked in from the outside, his expression hidden in the dimness, and his exquisite outline could be seen from his side.

  Step by step, neither light nor heavy, but like stepping on my heart, crushing hard.

   Huaqi's mind trembled.

  (End of this chapter)