In an instant, all the flowers and creatures around him seemed to be as bleak as lifeless, and a thick smell of fireworks was induced in the air, and Ye Yimu felt an unprecedented sense of urgency

From the hundred miles in front of him, the dangerous resentment induced in the body...

Like a dark ghost from another world, his whole body is filled with immortal hatred, unquenchable resentment...

After a long while, Ye Yimu held his mind, adjusted his somewhat disordered breathing, and asked lightly, this difficult problem that she had not been able to figure out

"What the hell is going on between you? Why do you hate him so much? No, you don't hate him, I should ask you why you are so afraid of him?"

Right!

It must be so!

Baili Wushuang does not hate Leng Zitian, from all the things in the past to everything now, from the feeling he has shown, it can only show that his hostility towards Leng Zitian has gone beyond the words of hatred, and it is like resentment...

And the resentment buried in the depths of the heart comes from the fear in the depths of the soul, but what is the reason for it? What happened to have such a dark and resentful soul?

Ye Yimu didn't understand it very much, but she wanted to know it very much, so she could only look at the man in front of her indifferently

There was a strong hope in his heart that he would not be curious about his own sense of abnormality, and that he could intellectually and urgently want to know everything...

"Afraid, afraid, what? Yes, I was afraid of his life, I was afraid of his means, I was afraid of his shine, he created my dark soul. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info So, it's time for him to taste it......" Baili Wushuang said a little confused

It's more like opening his own mouth, quiet in his own thoughts, intermittent, unable to extricate himself, once upon a time...

For a long, long time, Ye Yimu was cold, staring at Baili Wushuang's eyes that changed from time to time, muttering to himself from time to time, and squeezing out a dark smile from time to time...

Time seemed to stand still, and after a long time, Baili Wushuang came out of his thoughts, and he changed his previous cold face

It has returned to its previous beautiful appearance, gentle and beautiful smiles, and the surrounding sharp space has also dispersed in an instant, everything that has just happened seems to have never happened, everything is so indifferent and beautiful...

"You'll know, Mu'er, it's not long before that" Baili Wushuang said in a faint gentle and delicate voice

"Really, then I'll wait and see" Ye Yimu adjusted his mood and responded lightly

In the following time, Ye Yimu was mostly perfunctory in Baili Wushuang's language, and in the evening, Baili Wushuang finally sent someone to send Ye Yimu back to the inn

It's just that this time, the person who sent Ye Yimu back to the inn was unusually respectful to her, but of course, the previous corpse that no one dared to accept and the inhumane methods of Baili Wushuang were already known to the rest of the Prince's Mansion...

"In the future, when I think of Mu'er, I will send someone to pick you up for dinner together, I hope to spend more time with Mu'er, Mu'er must not let me down" Ye Yimu, who returned to the inn room, sat on the chair in a daze, remembering the words that he said after leaving the prince's mansion

Ye Yimu frowned in a bad mood, and then she relaxed her body and half-squinted her eyes, what was she thinking about at this time, or what was she thinking about now...