After driving away the uninvited guests of this big night without saying anything, Mu Aotian lost his original sense of sleepiness because of this commotion, and left the bed and walked to the dresser a few steps away to sit down.

The woman's soft and delicate face was faintly reflected in the rhombic mirror, adding a hazy color under the slightly dim candlelight, but the woman in the mirror slowly raised her jade hand, landed on the only wooden hairpin in the bun, and pulled out the wooden hairpin.

The woman's complexion did not change, she sat quietly in front of the mirror for a long time, dropped an inaudible sigh, raised her hand again, and gently lifted away a wisp of green silk that was clinging to the side of her face, and swept it behind her ear.

The hair curtain was lifted, the woman's dark eyes were flushed, and the jade fingers gently rubbed the round and full earlobes, and the delicate and bewitching marks on them were like a finely crafted flower decoration, exuding a mysterious and gorgeous temperament.

"Three more years......" The woman's eyes were distracted, and her red lips murmured softly, as if she was talking to herself.

The flickering candlelight on the desk almost sank with the silence of the night, and the sigh-like self-muttering turned into a little breeze and dissipated in the air, without a trace.

In a moment, the fire in the window was extinguished, and everything was calm again.

The next day, Mu Aotian got up early, and after a gust of wind and clouds after breakfast, he lazily glanced at the southern night like a moving big ice cube, spread the things in his hand on the table, and said casually, "Are all the major shops arranged?" ”

"Hmm."

"Are you sure there's not a single flaw?" Mu Aotian continued to ask.

"Hmm." Looking at the stunning/woman in men's clothes in front of him, Nanye's deep eyes flashed, and he snorted coldly as a reply.

After receiving a satisfactory answer, Mu Aotian smiled, reached out to pick up the pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote a few big characters on the paper. Then he threw the pen aside, and lazily shook the paper away with his internal force.

Nan Ye let go of a hand holding a sword, and caught the paper as quickly as an eagle falcon, glanced at it lightly, and when he frowned, the paper instantly turned into shreds, swaying weakly in the air, and then fell to the ground.

"If there is no accident, in about half a month, you can successfully retire." Mu Aotian touched his delicate chin, and his deep and waveless eyes had a smile, which seemed to be extremely satisfied.

Then looking at Nanye's suddenly unusually hot eyes, as if he had guessed the other party's thoughts, he trembled coldly and pursed his lips, "I won't go back to the Rakshasa Gate." ”

Sure enough, Nanye's cold face suddenly darkened, and the cold frost was even worse, and the black eyes were tightly tied to the woman's pretty face.

For a long time, Mu Aotian, who was covered in hair by that eager and deep gaze, shrugged his shoulders helplessly, quickly stood up and walked towards the door. Just as he was about to step out of the threshold, his scalp tingled again. Resigned to his fate, he took a few steps back, and when he approached Nanye's side, he stood for a moment, stiffened his face, and said dryly, "For the sake of your dedication by my side over the years, I'll take you back tomorrow to see your brothers." ”

After speaking, as if he had unloaded his burden, he gave Nan Ye another 'Look at what a gift I have given you', and then turned around and walked out of the city in an extremely chic manner.

Standing in place, Nanye's eyes followed the shadow in front of him, his thin lips hooked, as if bringing a dazzling brilliance, the cold and hard handsome face only softened for a moment, and then returned to the original, all the splendor was only in an instant.