Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3456 What if the disciple always wants to deceive the teacher (47)

  Su Ziye seemed to freeze, and like a real friend, he greeted a few words.

  It's just that Yu Chen's answer is extraordinarily cool and brief every time, cherishing words like gold.

  Su Ziye was a little weird. He looked at the figure on the main seat with some doubts in his heart.

  How to say he and the Lin family have been dating for a year, and basically figured out each other's personality.

   is a really gentle son, who has always been a refined appearance, which makes people feel very friendly.

  It’s just that today is different...

   looks very cold.

  The cold from the bones.

  Did something happen on the wedding night.

  Su Ziye had many thoughts in his mind, but he still suppressed it.

  The conversation between him and Yu Chen couldn't go on at all, and in the end he was directly dissuaded by the son saying "Is there anything else going on".

  When Yu Chen returned to the room, Ranbai had already turned over the entire new house, and found nothing useful.

  "I'm back." Seeing Yu Chen's return, the girl smiled, and directly pressed the person on the seat, lazily supporting his cold and beautiful shoulder line with one hand, "Who is the other party."

  Dyeing white is casual and natural, with a bit of cynical frivolousness.

  Xianjun glanced at her faintly, and flicked away the girl's hand, her voice was abnormally cold and quiet: "Either stand up straight or sit down."

"This is not at Broken Yuan Peak, as for this." Mozun sighed, and glanced at Xianjun's solemn back no matter how he always stood upright, his eyes drooping, he pulled a chair over and leaned back lazily. Sitting with his back beside Yu Chen.

Yu Chen didn't respond to Ranbai's words, but the cold meaning was obvious. He said: "Young Master Zhou is..." He paused, not knowing the person's name, recalling the voice in the tomb, and said flatly: "The midnight in their mouths is immortal."

   "Su Ziye?" Ran Bai raised her eyebrows and smiled, feeling very interesting, "I am still?"

   "Not me."

   "So Su Ziye still knows the owner of the tomb?" Ran Bai thoughtfully, while pouring a cup of tea, she said, "It seems that the relationship with the owner of the tomb is not small."

  But Su Ziye never said this.

  She finished pouring the tea, and she hadn’t drank it as soon as she reached her lips. After taking a look at the next Xianjun, she stopped for a while, and then handed the tea to Yu Chen, “Master drinks tea.”

  Yu Chen stretched out his hand to block it, and pushed back flatly: "You drink it."

   "I think Master hasn't got half a drop of water from the beginning to now." Ran Bai asked, "Aren't you thirsty?"

"If you are thirsty or not, drink it." The Demon Lord smiled lazily and presumptuously, sloppy, and then directly pressed the teacup to Yu Chen's thin lips, and slowly added the last sentence: "After all, it is I did it."

  The tea cup was caught off guard against her lips, Yu Chen paused, her cold eyes reflected the girl's eyebrows, and there was a faint shadow swaying in the clear tea.

  He reached out and took the teacup.

  Dyeing white did not let go.

  The two people put their fingers on the teacup, and they touched their fingertips unintentionally, and the temperature was slightly cool.

   "I still want to drink it to Master." Dyeing white, with an unmoving expression, he took out his hand, and gently drew his fingertips across the slender joints of Yuchen, "But it seems that I don't need it anymore."

  Yu Chen's eyebrows were unwavering, he took a sip of tea, and put the teacup on the table.

He coughed several times again suddenly, his voice became dumb, and even his Adam's apple became light red from the cough, Yu Chen took out the handkerchief without any waves, pressed it against his thin lips, and finally coughed up a mouthful of blood. It is particularly dazzling on the snow-white handkerchief.

  Xianjun's expression remained unchanged, his eyes lightened, his eyes stopped on the blood stains on the handkerchief.

   Demon Lord squinted his eyes, "This blood..."

  Not waiting for her to finish, nor for Yu Chen to make any response.

  All the scenes in front of me suddenly shattered in front of my eyes, illusory, and turned upside down.

  Even the opponent's eyebrows gradually became blurred in the line of sight, and finally couldn't capture the figure, as if they kept backing away.

When   Ranbai opened her eyes, she was no longer in the wedding room. She stood alone outside the study room. It was bitterly cold on the thirty-ninth day.

  It seems that the tomb owner speeded up the time and skipped some unimportant things.

  At this moment, her hand was still on the door, and she did not push, only two voices, a man and a woman, were talking inside.

   first sounded a middle-aged female voice, with a bit of dissatisfaction in her tone, not at all kind and gentle in front of others, and even acrimonious.

   "Then Lin Jiu'er is just a beggar. If she hadn't been in the Lin family, she wouldn't dare to marry Ash."

   "Who made Ash really promised to marry her."

  "I think Ah Xu is really confused. What do you think, the daughter of a wealthy family did not marry, but instead married a little beggar who grew up in the market."

  The male voice became a lot deeper: "Who would let this little beggar's blood save Xu'er's life."

  When this sentence fell, the atmosphere of the study fell into a moment of silence.

  After several seconds, the female voice sounded, and she cried distressedly, "Why is our family A Xu Ming so bitter? It happened to have this strange disease."

"Okay, don't cry." The man's voice sounded a little impatient, "There is no danger to the name of A Xu, and Lin Jiu'er is there, whether you marry A Xu, he will be **** for the rest of his life. Lin Mansion, save the future incidents."

  The conversation between the two people ends here, and there is no sound in the study.

  Lin Jiu'er still kept pushing the door, but stood outside the door for a long time without pushing it open, as if it had become an icy sculpture.

  Ranbai can feel a real tingling from the body, almost twisting a true heart.

  I didn’t know if I wanted to come to the original body.

   Suddenly.

  The picture is another turn.

  The north wind blows, the heavy snow is flying, and the cold of winter has invaded the bone marrow inch by inch, and the numbness from head to toe is cold and unconscious.

   After waking up, the first thing I felt was the icy coldness and physical pain.

Lin Jiuer was nestled in the corner at this time, in tattered clothes, not sheltering from the cold at all, her face was dirty and she couldn't see the original appearance, she arched her body to protect the only steamed bun in her arms, and her body was frozen in the heavy snow. Shivering, grinning with pain, enduring the punches and kicks of several teenagers without saying a word, cursing.

  Perhaps,

  She is not called Lin Jiu'er now, because that person gave her the three words Lin Jiu'er.

  She is an orphan, the most humble and humble beggar in Chang'an City, perhaps even worse than a weed.

  People call her Xiao Jiu.

Ran Bai's body that is completely out of control at this moment, her soul in Lin Jiu'er's body is like a passer-by. You can only watch Lin Jiu'er's experience before his death, according to Lin Jiu'er's words and deeds and the trajectory of life. Uncontrolled actions.

   "Stop it!"

  When Lin Jiu'er almost thought that she was going to be beaten to death by life, she heard a voice.

  Warm and moist like jade, just like a natural wonder.

  (End of this chapter)