"Childe isn't here just to talk to the little girl, right?" Lang Yu stood up slowly, her long skirt was scattered all over the ground, the cold night breeze blew her long and soft hair, and she turned around slowly, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, showing her charm.

"Hehe, I like to talk to smart people." Yan Hong leaned against the window, a purple feather appeared between his fingers, like a beloved toy being carefully played with by him, "Since the girl knows that I am not here for beauty, you might as well continue to guess, what am I coming to you for?" ”

"Childe has a high mind, how can a little woman like me guess the degree, and ask Childe to make it clear that if the little woman can do it, she will do her best." Lang Yu stroked his sideburns slightly, which seemed to be unremarkable, but in this move, he added a touch of beauty to himself.

There is a way that is the most beautiful but the gentleness of the bowed head, such a jade is like this, between the opening and closing of the eyes, the flow of the eyes is really pitiful, enough to make people's hearts pound.

In fact, the moment Yan Hong walked into the room, Lang Yu's thoughts were the same as Mo Crow's, this person was either a madman or an iron plate.

If it's the former, you naturally don't need to pay attention to it, but! What if it's the latter?

It's worth investing in yourself, just a small gesture is enough to reveal people's hearts, to be able to live, no one will choose to die.

When he turned around, he looked at Yan Hong's eyes with an inexplicable brilliance, with a hint of coldness in his nobility, and even a bloodthirsty desire that came out of the depths of his soul...... Odd.

Maybe there is only such an adjective that can express Langyu's state of mind at the moment, you are naturally noble, why are you so cold, it is not from the arrogance of the nobles, but similar to the coldness of a soldier, since you are so cold, why do you have a trace of bloodthirsty impulse to the end, although Yan Hong suppressed it very well, but Langyu, who is proficient in the song of the heartstrings, can see it clearly. See through.

However, it was because he could see through it, but he didn't understand it even more, because he didn't understand, he didn't dare to guess, because he couldn't control it, so he chose to give in.

With a smile, Lang Yu knelt down sideways, her long hair hanging down to the side of her face, and under the refraction of the dim light, there was no trace of charm at all. The only thing left was a shy and timid weakness.

'Truly the Enchantress! Secretly scolding in his heart, Yan Hong collected his mind, his internal force worked slowly, and he carried the charm of making jade, and his eyes were no longer half confused. "Since the girl said so, this seat will not drag mud and water, I came today to give the girl a life-saving charm." With an indifferent smile, a jade box appeared in Yan Hong's palm, and his fingers were picked. The ordinary lid was opened, revealing a light blue pill, exuding a faint fishy smell, half a peanut-sized pill. Even with the knowledge of making jade, I really don't know what kind of medicine this is. "I don't know what Childe gave to Langyu?" There was finally a hint of solemnity in his eyes, the two met for the first time, and Lang Yu would not be naïve to think that he would not be naïve. This handsome rich and noble son will give himself a perfect tonic pill, and he thought of a possibility in his heart, a helpless possibility, and a frightening possibility.

Poison!

He wants to know himself here?

Or. Was it sent by His Highness the Red Lotus?

A big question mark appeared in his mind, and his eyes looked at Yan Hong so fixedly, waiting for his answer. "This is called Broken Gut San, after taking it, it will be fatal within an hour, a very good elixir, at least the person taking the medicine has an hour to deal with the aftermath." Yan Hong took two steps forward, slowly handed the jade box to Lang Yu, paused for about five seconds, and then gently dropped it and placed it on the table behind Lang Yu. "The gift is delivered, whether to accept it or not, it is up to the girl to decide, after all, life is your own, and everything will be fine if you succeed, but if it fails, are you willing to let Ji Wuye be humiliated and tortured in a thousand ways, or are you willing to take a poison easily, the girl decides for herself!"

Before the words fell, Yan Hong's figure disappeared under the vast night sky, leaving only a tangled Lang Yu looking at the open jade box in a daze, the blue pill that was better than a peanut was like a spirit flag, which was getting bigger and bigger in Lang Yu's eyes, and his heart was getting heavier and heavier.

'He ventured here just to give me a poison?' ’

At this moment, Lang Yu has already determined that the man must be a person from His Royal Highness the Red Lotus, and His Royal Highness asked him to send medicine to himself, and His Royal Highness doesn't want to make any mistakes in his ring, so he ......

In that case, then follow the wishes of His Highness!

Looking at the dim bronze mirror, the tip of my left finger slowly slid across my cheek, where was a crystal tear, the fate of the assassin, my life has entered the countdown?

This question mark, I don't know if I am asking myself, or asking my master, or asking about the irresistible fate, 'Click! There was an inaudible crisp sound, and at that moment the pill was stuck between the teeth.

It's time to think of a way to get close to Ji Wuye, the sky is full of stars twinkling, as if everyone's fate is unpredictable.

When the night breeze penetrated his body through the neckline again, Lang Yu saw a fiery red meteor falling to the west, just like the fall of life.

Walking against the wind, Yan Hong's face was indifferent, just a maidservant, no matter what his previous identity was, all he needed was the peace of the red lotus.

Suddenly, Yan Hong remembered a passage left by Honglian when he left at dusk.

"Everything is too exhausted, fate is bound to end early, if you can leave her a glimmer of life." That look of slight regret couldn't help but make Yan Hong's heart stagnate.

In the end, Yan Hong made life and death not so absolute, and he still had a 'key' to salvation in his hand.

As for whether it can be successful, it depends on Yu himself!

No one can guarantee that Lang Yu will not rebel under Ji Wuye's torture, and giving her a quick-acting poison is the best choice, a strange smile appeared on Yan Hong's lips.

Looking at the dim lights in the courtyard, the original complicated thoughts suddenly became calm, no matter where you are, the harbor of the heart is home.

Walking into the post house, Hongyu stood in the courtyard wearing a large coat, holding a lantern in her hand, leaning under the flower stand, but her eyes looked out of the courtyard without blinking.

"I'm back."

"Yes, I'm back!"

"It's too late, I'll let His Royal Highness Honglian go back to the palace first."

"It's hard for you to be able to persuade that naughty girl."

"Nothing...... Listening to His Royal Highness the Red Lotus, you went to the Bird Pavilion? ”

"Yes, it's just a hidden danger, it's not early, let's rest."

"Yes, let's go!"

He stepped forward to stop Ruby's shoulder and slowly walked towards the inner room.

Xie Zhiyun's maturity, the arrogance of Da Si Ming, the playfulness of Red Lotus, the coldness of Duanmu Rong, the ability of Hongyu, and the burden on his shoulders are not light, but Yan Hong feels that such a life is very fulfilling.

Without responsibility, without goals, without dreams, without faith, how is such a person different from the walking dead? (To be continued......)