Chapter 405: The Phantom of Blood: 35

Shu Yuan's narrow eyes were meanly cool, staring at Qianwan unhappily, and asked in a deep voice, "What do you mean by this?" ”

Shouldn't she have been busy dealing with the people of the Night Forest lately?

Qianwan sneered softly.

Towards this splendid red glow that pierced her eyes, approached step by step.

She spoke coldly.

"Shu Yuan."

"I'll just ask."

The cold eyes slowly met his eyes, and the hidden scorching meaning seemed to devour him in an instant," ...... Do you really want to marry her? ”

Those eyes were too contradictory.

A little bit of sparkling, beautiful like a summer night fireflies, but deep like a cold pool, grinding people dead silence.

Like water and fire, there is a bit of anger in the ups and downs.

This woman ......

Why look at yourself like this.

Shu Yuan's fingers stiffened slightly, and a trace of dazedness flashed in his eyes, but it disappeared in an instant, and soon, his well-defined face slowly cooled, "Naturally." ”

"Red paper and ink book, Sun Ying is the wife of this officiant."

Wow –

The flames burned more and more frantically, burning around a dozen streets and alleys, and the terrible temperature burned into the eyes, leaving only endless fear.

The auspicious days carefully selected by the national teacher are rainy and rainy, and the visions are frequent, but now they seem to be ......

A complete joke.

Qianwan squeezed out two words from between her teeth with some stiffness, "Really? ”

Shu Yuan's face sank like water, "Seriously." ”

A thousand nights moved.

She stepped on the chariot frame in an instant, and only the afterimage of her clothes was left in mid-air, and she tightly pinched Sun Ying's neck, and her tone was indifferent.

"I'll give you two seconds to answer again."

"W-really?"

Who is this woman?!

I didn't even have time to see her movements clearly, and I was choked......

Ahem......

Sun Ying gasped with difficulty, her face was bruised, her eyes were red, she looked at Shu Yuan urgently, and said in a panic, "Husband...... Husband, save me......"

"Even if she dies, she is the person who is marrying this Ming Media."

Shu Yuan gave her a cold look. Lingdu eBook

The sprouts were rough and stiff tugging at Qianwan's wrists, winding upward, scraping mottled blood marks on her arms, and dark red blood beads were connected into long silk threads.

A drop fell to the ground.

This person......

Qianwan moved her lips, and her voice was a little hoarse.

If you are familiar with her temperament, you will realize how unusual this superfluous emotion is.

"You...... I don't remember. ”

Shu Yuan hugged Sun Ying, who was so frightened that she fainted, and watched her cold back disappear into the picture.

For the first time, he showed a puzzled look, and slowly touched his heart, which was the same as before.

No fluctuations.

He lowered his head and looked at Sun Ying, whose hair was scattered and embarrassed, and felt a little more disgusted without warning.

"Dove, send the lady back to the dormitory."

The dove gritted its teeth slowly, "...... Be. ”

……

On the outskirts of the city, guest houses.

Night Sakura sat by the window, holding a layer of mesh drain and laying a thin layer of ground spices.

With a focused expression, he picked out the adulterated particles in the spices.

Sniffing the faint cold acacia fragrance, the smile in his eyebrows and eyes became a little gentler.

With a little more perilla and calamus, if you return to the Night Forest, adults will definitely need this fragrance.

Suddenly, there was a movement next to the cabinet room.

Sakura got up vigilantly and slowly walked towards the source of the sound, asking, "Who's there?" ”

He was answered with a soft snort.

The voice......

Sakura hurriedly ran forward, only to see someone lazily on the edge of the counter.

Her eyes were drunk, her lips were red like blood, and at her feet were several jars of empty wine.

The hosta fell to the ground at some point, and a green silk floated down, and the robe on her body was open at will.

A little more bone-deep style.

Her gaze narrowed, but it was no longer cold.

Just like the 10,000-year-old snow in the mountains is warmed overnight by the spring breeze, it can easily charm people's hearts.

Night Sakura's throat seems to be stuck, "Adult......"

A thousand nights hook lips.

He beckoned to him, "Sit next to me." ”