After standing for a while, my hands and feet couldn't stand it anymore, my body was sore, and my mind was dizzy.

No, she had to learn the melody of the Blood Curse as quickly as possible, and she didn't have time to wait any longer.

"I'll go in with you and have a look." The general Murong Yunqing didn't wait for Su Yueming's approval, raised his feet and went to her house, and said as he walked, "I lived there for a while when I was a child, but I didn't expect that you live now." ”

Su Yueming frowned, this person really has the same blood as Murong Canghai, and he has a domineering spirit in his bones that is not controlled by others.

But Murong Yunqing had already gone in, and she didn't want to say anything, so she also walked in.

Murong Canghai stood in place, the sun shining on his body with a murderous aura, leaving a deep and long mark on his face.

He squinted his eyes slightly, his gaze fell on Su Yueming's body, and there was a flash of annoyance on his face.

"Lord Wang......" Xian'er timidly stretched out her hand, pulled his sleeve, and said, "Didn't you say to go and see the freshly opened green chrysanthemum?" ”

He turned around, and the questioning gaze was like a sharp blade, slowly slashing over her body, and she trembled all over, and there was a terrible feeling that her skin had been cut open by the cold blade, and her heart immediately fluttered, as if it was about to jump out of her mouth.

He narrowed his dangerous eyes slightly, raised his hand, touched her head, and touched her eyes with his fingertips, and she was so frightened that she didn't dare to move, only felt a kind of hot pain in her eyes.

"You don't deserve these eyes."

His voice was cold, as if it were coming from beneath the ground, with ruthless cruelty.

"Lord Wang, I ......" She wanted to retreat, she wanted to protect her eyes, she understood that if she didn't have these eyes, she would have nothing.

So, miserable tears flowed from her eyes, and those tears, one by one, were crystal clear, like pearls.

Murong Canghai pursed his lips and said, "Come on, send her back." ”

"Yes." The slave immediately stepped forward and stood on Xian'er's left and right.

"Lord Wang, I, wait for you, no matter how long, I wait for you, wait." She cried.

When she saw him for the first time, she was already deeply and inextricably in love with him, and she thought that he also had feelings for her, at least, there was pity, so she buried her father and bought a yard for her.

However, she found that he only had feelings for her eyes, and only compassion for her eyes.

He would hold her face for a long time, looking into her eyes like a fascination, with his deepest emotions.

Sometimes, he looked into her eyes with sadness, hurt her heart, made her want to hold him, comfort him, do everything she could for him,

And more often, his eyes are full of pampering, and that pampering is thrilling, making her addicted step by step, until she is deeply trapped in it and cannot extricate herself.

He would kiss her, too, but the kiss was limited to the eyes. Elsewhere, he never really touched.

Later, he even made her put on her face when she was alone with him, so that he could only see her eyes.

How hurtful it was, but she couldn't have any objections.

She was afraid, afraid that she would never see such a look in her eyes again, although she knew that this spoiling had never been hers.