Prosperous Beauty System

After lunch, Ah Yan still didn't see Chu Xiang's figure, and the few remaining attendants followed behind him at every step, with the same indifferent expression as before, as if the sky would fall and they wouldn't frown.

Sitting next to the short bench, Ah Yan secretly looked at the young men with handsome looks and cold and mysterious temperament, feeling a suffocation welling up in his heart.

He wants to go back to the village, he wants to see Ah Zhi!As soon as this idea arises, Ah Yan can no longer suppress it.

The twilight was as dim as his heart at the moment, the number of people coming and going in the inn gradually decreased, and the noise of the noise also subsided.The entourage opened the door with exquisite food, placed the food on the round table respectfully and distantly, and then left.

Ah Yan put down the scroll in his hand, got up and opened the bead curtain, and walked to the round table with some anxiety.

Looking at the food on the table, Ah Yan felt a little guilty, but in order to leave here, he couldn't care less.

After Chu Xiang left, Ah Yan intends to inquire about the man, but several followers seem to have expected it, no matter whether Ah Yan is cautiously probing or timidly asking to leave the inn, they are all ignored by them.

Ah Yan was flustered and helpless, several attendants refused to say a word to him, and the man disappeared.In the past two days, he felt faintly restless in his heart, as if something happened.

That night, the waiter in the shop brought hot water to Ah Yan, and several attendants stood guard at the door without exception, their eyes were lifeless.

Aromatherapy was lit in the room, and the rich cold fragrance smelled as good as ice and snow melting into plum trees.Ah Yan pulled out the jade hairpin, looked at the young man with black hair hanging down in the vanity mirror and his body like green bamboo, his frowning brows were filled with sorrow.

The candlelight is cold, and the light is dusk.

Ah Yan sighed softly, disturbing his thoughts, the slender figure projected on the beauty's couch moved away unhurriedly, and landed on the soft carpet beside the screen.

Xiao Er filled the tub with hot water and wiped the sweat from his forehead. When he turned around, he saw a handsome young man standing a few steps away from the screen, like a picture of a beauty blended into the thick night.

Her appearance is not outstanding, but she is more than delicate, but her admirable and eye-catching temperament is particularly exciting.Elegant as bamboo green, frowning with smoke in the cage, like a beautiful pen.

He stood there quietly, with the single clothes draped over his body, which was pitifully thin, and even the very light color of his lips seemed to have turned pale, very helpless.

Xiao Er's movement of turning around stopped, he was carrying the bucket, he should not have said much, he suddenly opened his mouth cautiously, "My lord, is that your guard outside the door?"

Ah Yan frowned, his eyelashes trembling in the air, "...not really."

Xiao Er seemed to have thought of something, looking at Ah Yan with complexities that he didn't know about, he hesitated to speak, and then tightly held the wooden barrel in his hand.

Ah Yan seemed to know what he was going to say, his worried eyes softened, like ripples in a steaming spring.

The faint yellow candlelight was reflected on the screen. The young man was standing there. Hearing the sound of the door being closed again, Ah Yan moved.

The long black hair like a crow's feather was brushed to the front of the neck, and the single clothes fell to the crook of the arms. Shengxue's skin glowed faintly under the candlelight. The flexible and slender body of the young man was breathtakingly beautiful. tight.

Ah Yan raised his head, his neck raised a seductive and elegant arc, he took off his unlined clothes, and walked slowly towards the bathtub, leaving behind a lot of clothes that made people daydream.

The candle flame will be extinguished automatically without wind.

A few cool breezes blew through the window beside the beauty's couch, and the white jade bead curtains rattled, and the screen depicting the plum forest in the snow reflected the charming figure of a young man bathing in a wooden barrel.

Raise your arms, brush your hair, the sound of water.

Everything seemed so alluring, but the goblin in the water didn't do it deliberately, it was so innocent that the visitor stopped in place.

The sound of rushing water, as if even the bright moonlight in the sky lost its light, became dim.

Song Rin leaned against the carved window, standing up with his long legs. He was dressed in black and white, as if he had merged into the night. The dim lights of the street behind him made him a bit lonely.

The slender figure on the screen in the room stepped out of the wooden barrel, bringing out the sound of water, and the sound of the clothes piercing the air seemed to be a hint. The figure picked up the clothes hanging on the screen and put them on one by one.

Song Rin watched the figure for as long as he wore it.

From the moment when the boy stood quietly by the screen in unlined clothes, to Ah Yan coming out with his hair loose and damp, his eyes became deeper the more he looked.

The cool air at night is exactly the same, no one walks on the promenade outside the door, but the streets are more lively than during the day.

Ah Yan came out of the shower, packed up the clothes scattered on the ground, walked to the vanity mirror, and blew out a few candles.

The room was a bit dark, he turned around, and was about to go to bed, but was blocked by a wall of flesh that came behind him at some unknown time.

"you!"

Ah Yan's eyes widened, and he took a few steps back in confusion, his eyes were full of fear, and the slender white fingers holding the skirt of his clothes turned white.

Song Rin stood in front of him, with his head down, looking at him with cold eyes, like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity.

"Don't make a sound!" The person came and reprimanded in a low voice.

Ah Yan looked at him in a panic, propped up the mirror stand with one hand, and clenched his underwear tightly with the other, his face paled with fright at Song Rin's scolding.

He bit his lip, with a begging look in his eyes, as if he was saying that he would be obedient. His pale fingers and trembling body made Ah Yan look weaker and pitiful.

Song Rin's eyes darkened, and his voice sounded hoarse and fierce, like a cold snake crawling up Ah Yan's neck, "I said, I will come to you again."

He slowly approached Ah Yan, and smelled the cold fragrance of the boy's body at the tip of his nose. A hint of fascination flashed across Song Rin's eyes, and then his eyes became colder.

"But you seem to have forgotten about it."

He said these words close to Ah Yan's ear, his voice was cold and lifeless, and there was a murderous intent hidden inside and outside the words.

Ah Yan's body trembled violently, only feeling the warm breath sprayed on his neck like a sharp knife, his heart was about to jump out of fear.

This man will kill him!

The boy's eyes were covered with mist, like black pearls covered with a layer of veil, and tears swirled in his eyes.

Song Rin raised his eyes and looked at Ah Yan's helpless look as if he was so scared that he would shrink himself into a ball. The tears in his eyes seemed to be covered with water mist, which made him want to raise his hand to wipe away the young man for a moment.

This kind of absent-mindedness only lasted for a while, Song Rin held Ah Yan's face, Zou eyebrows, "Are you afraid of me?"

Ah Yan's tears rolled stubbornly in his eyes, but they didn't fall, "Who are you? What's your purpose?!"

The young man answered irrelevant questions, Song Linjian frowned, not letting Ah Yan see the displeasure flashing across his face.

"Chu Xiang's attitude towards you is extraordinary, you can help me."

Ah Yan turned his head to calm down the fear in his heart, he gritted his teeth and refused to look at the man in front of him who made him almost cry, a wave of anger welled up in his heart.

All kinds of emotions that have been suppressed in the bottom of my heart for the past few days, that I can't bear to express, all kinds of emotions of bewilderment, uneasiness, longing, panic, all of a sudden spewed out.

Why do these people decide his answer in a few words!Why bring him to such a place regardless of his will? !

He doesn't want to!He wants to go back!He misses Azhi!

"Let me go!" Ah Yan slapped off the man's hand on his cheek, and retreated to the window, but his pale face could not hide the anger burning in the young man's eyes.

Those eyes are brighter than the sea of ​​stars.

Song Rin looked at his hand that was still on the boy's face just now, the pain on the back of his hand reminded him of what the weak and pitiful boy had just done.

His face gradually darkened, his eyes were cold and deep looking at the boy by the window, his voice was suppressed with anger, "Come here!"

As soon as Ah Yan made a move, he regretted it, and his anger came and went quickly. At this time, seeing Song Rin's face that was about to storm, he didn't dare to step forward, and stood there in fear, not daring to move.

"Come here!" Song Rin had a cold face, and the anger in his body was about to substantiate.

Ah Yan trembled all over, feeling his legs and feet were about to go limp, and stepped forward against Song Rin's cannibalistic gaze, his scalp numb.

"You are quite courageous." Song Rin pulled the man over directly, and lifted his jaw tightly with his fingers.

Ah Yan turned his head, not daring to meet the cold and heartless eyes of the man, his face turned pale.

Song Rin pinched his neck, suddenly bent down and picked him up, ignoring the young man's sudden pale face, carried him onto the bed and pressed him down.

It was pitch black outside the white jade bead curtain, and only the candles on both sides of the bed were still burning in the inner room. The blurred and dim light of the fire reflected the embroidered patterns on the curtain, making it hazy.

The desolate street outside the window seemed to be getting farther and farther away, and some noisy voices seemed to be cut off, Ah Yan's mind went blank, he couldn't hear anything, he couldn't see anything.

A large piece of the quilt collapsed, rolled into the depths of the bed, and the tent fell down.When Ah Yan was pressed on the bed, he only felt a white light burst out in front of his eyes, and the place where the light was shining was mixed with fine green light.

The chaotic memories collapsed, and many bizarre pictures flashed like a horse watching flowers. At the end of the picture, it was fixed on the monk with the long sleeves in the cloud coat and the frown lines between his eyebrows, and then collapsed.

At this moment, Ah Yan seemed to remember the dream many days ago, and then the two images overlapped.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, there are clouds and mist churning.

The cloud-clothed monk standing on the cliff facing the wind is elegantly dressed, his long clothes are dancing gracefully, and the blood-colored lines between his brows are faintly flowing.

Holding the cloud fan tightly, the young man stepped on the phantom sword and stood on the sea of ​​clouds high in the sky. His gorgeous single clothes stretched out, and his cloud sleeves danced in the wind, like a fairy who came riding the wind and waves.

The young monk stepped on his sword, looked at the cold-faced monk on the cliff in the sea of ​​clouds, and disappeared into the air in a flash of light, falling behind the cold-faced monk.

"Master." The young monk bowed.

The cold-faced monk turned his head and glanced at him, his expression unchanged, "Where's your brother?"

His voice was as indifferent as the tinkling of spring water, and there was no ups and downs when he spoke, not even the slightest emotion.

As soon as the words fell, I saw the distant starbursts coming through the sky, as if rushing to death.