Seeing her expression of indifference, his heartstrings, which had been tightened, loosened. Jun Youqi pursued and coaxed her a lot, and with Jun Youqi's methods, I was really afraid that she would not be able to let go. Thinking about it, Jingyun was not an amorous person, and even as ruthless as him, he couldn't help but sigh.

"How do you sigh?" Her watery pupils crossed her pupils.

"Moved and sighed." He stretched out his hand and gently stroked her still somewhat wet hair, "How can this king be able to win your love." ”

"Love is love, how can there be so many reasons." She didn't stop wiping her hair.

He listened to her advice, took off his wet clothes, and found a set of men's shirts from the cabinet to change into, which was also black, although it was not as luxurious as the black robe before him, it was the kind of coarse cloth clothes, worn on him, but it was also imposing, evil and elegant.

She stared at him, he seemed to like black, and had never seen him wear any other color.

He walked over and stretched out his large, slender and white hand to caress her picturesque cheek, "Why do you look at this king so much?" Her eyes were full of appreciation, and his cold heart was unconsciously happy.

"I find you look good in whatever you wear." Her hair was almost dry, and she naturally wiped his wet hair for him.

Her appreciation and thoughtfulness couldn't help but make him stunned, his half-ghost-faced and half-handsome face was moved, and his voice was astringent, "Jingyun, that's why you think this king is good-looking." ”

Sitting on the edge of the bed without moving, enjoying the gentle movements of her wiping his hair. It's like a couple who have been together for a long time.

She didn't think so, "How can the women in the world be so superficial, I see that your subordinate Beitang Master Gu Xiaolian doesn't have much feeling for your appearance." ”

"How could it be. In the world, except for you, no one can really accept the appearance of this king. The corners of his lips rarely hooked up with ridicule, "Even the leader of the dead warriors in Wuxiang said that this king is not a human or a ghost." Not to mention women. ”

"I remember when I first arrived at Yuan Batian's treasure room, Gu Xiaolian didn't react much when he looked at you." She asked indifferently, "Or did you take off your mask from her?" ”

"Nope. She is just a mere subordinate, how can she be qualified to let this king take down the mask. The grimace under the mask of this king, except for the dead Nantang master Qiu Shaoyuan who inadvertently bumped into it once, his eyes were also poisoned by this king, and after that, he never took off the mask from anyone. It's just you. It's just that before he was on a desert island, in the sea, the king's mask didn't know where to go, and there was no way, so until now, he didn't wear a mask to cover half of his ghost-like face. He stared at her face, and suddenly smiled, "Other women are jealous when they see this king?" ”

"How could it be. You always say you're a ghost. Her little hand caressed his mutilated left cheek, touching the pitted scar on his head in distress, "It's a good thing that others don't think you look special." ”

"It's a pity, it's destined to disappoint you." He hugged her body into his arms, "Except for you who treats this king as a normal person, everyone thinks that this king is evil. When Yuan Batian's treasure room, do you remember, it was this king who went up first, and when the north hall master saw this king at that time, he screamed and rolled his eyes in fright, and almost stunned her, but she didn't faint. After that, she didn't dare to look at the king's face again. Of course, this Wang Gui is the leader of the sect, and she is not qualified or dares to look at it directly. ”