"Who are you?" A cold voice sounded from not far away, and it seemed to be mixed with a little doubt, breaking through the shackles of cold silence and suddenly piercing her eardrums.

Mo Lan turned her head in amazement, and saw a long figure under the swaying of the moon shadow.

Pure white caftan with fat skin.

Clothed in the brilliance of the silver moon, she suddenly felt that it was a very beautiful ghost coveting the afterglow of the world. The slender figure looked so thin under the wrapping of the whole courtyard, and the blood color that was so faint that it was almost impossible to find made her heart feel distressed.

His expression was too cold, as if he had built an indifferent city wall that was not invaded by wind and rain, and even if he stood in front of him, he still felt the distance of being rejected by thousands of miles.

Only those eyes are full of mist and bottomless, making it impossible for people to grasp what emotions are hidden under the fog.

There is really such a man in the world who does not eat the fireworks of the world. Mo Lan sighed secretly in her heart.

"Who are you?" He asked again, only this time, the temperature of those eyes plummeted, and it was a little cold.

Mo Lan was stared at by him and couldn't help but be a little annoyed by his attitude as if he was interrogating a prisoner, and his first good impression was completely frozen by his ice. She snorted and threw a roll of her eyes angrily: "Who am I, what does it matter to you?" ”

There was a hint of fierceness in his eyes, like a white lightning bolt that quickly crossed the distance, and his slender pale hand pinched her neck. "Who gave you the courage to speak to this king like this?" There was inexplicable danger in his tone.

Self-proclaimed "Ben King"? Is he the Lord Min? Mo Lan looked at this unrealistically beautiful teenager with wide eyes, it turned out that her nominal husband would be so handsome! "You are Si Yunyin?" She asked subconsciously.

Si Yunyin narrowed his eyes slightly, and his hand unconsciously tightened a little: "You are really bold, dare to call this king by his name." ”

"Damn! Let go! Mo Lan grabbed his arm and twisted his backhand, quickly breaking away from his grip.

Si Yunyin didn't intend to let her go, and then waved his palm and wrapped it up, back and forth, and the two fought like this. Mo Lan relied on modern fighting techniques, obviously not able to compare with Si Yunyin, a martial arts master with internal strength, and after a few moves, he fell behind.

"Stop!" She drank violently, quickly jumped out of the fighting circle, touched her neck that was pinched, and Mo Lan glared at him in displeasure: "You want to murder your own wife!" "Really, you can meet you when you go out for a walk, and you actually get into a fight, is there a couple who does this? It's really a narrow road, and it's better to stay in the room and sleep a lot if you know it.

"Wife?" He frowned, "What wife?" ”

Seeing his puzzled look, Mo Lan was in a good mood, she smiled lightly, floated to his side slowly, stretched out her finger to draw circles on his chest and said, "Isn't this the princess you just married!" ”

He grabbed her hand and stared at her with some disbelief: "You are Shu Molan?" ”

"I'm Shumo Blue." She looked back at him without fear, and there was a smug look in her tone.

Xu was so close that he could almost smell the faint fragrance of her, and those eyes seemed to have an irresistible magic that made him want to immerse himself unconsciously. He suddenly pulled her in front of him, hooked the corners of his mouth and approached her face: "You will be the youngest daughter of Shushangshu?" Do you think this king is so easy to observe? Say, who the hell are you! ”