The night of the flower festival was dressed in white as always, and the black hair was draped casually on his shoulders, and he saw the figure standing slim under the eaves.

The light rain was pouring outside, and the atmosphere was rendered with a sense of peace and tranquility.

The crow's black eyelashes trembled slightly, and a pair of bright and deep pupils reflected the crystal clear droplets.

I saw her slowly stretch out the hand in her white sleeve under the eaves.

The hands were jointed, white and slender, and the white and red nails looked clean.

The clean and clear water droplets fell on the fine white skin, which was cold and cold, making the inky black eyes squint slightly, looking very gentle.

"Master!" An icy voice came from the shadows.

Looking at the gentle and clean side face of the girl in front of her, the woman in black pursed her lips.

"How's it going?" The night of the flower festival put down the look just now, and a pair of eyes instantly seemed to be splashed with ink.

"Everything is in order."

Hua Saiye turned her head slightly, and her dark eyes fell on the girl in front of her.

The girl couldn't help but tremble slightly, she hurriedly lowered her head, not daring to look directly into the other party's eyes.

"Little Ran'er, am I that scary?" There is a hint of playfulness in his gentle and mellow voice.

There was a calmness and indifference in those dark pupils, and Hua Ran felt that even if she didn't look up at the other party, she knew that the other party's eyes must be cold at this time.

"Hua Ran, don't dare!"

Hua Ran has been with Hua Zhai Ye for ten years, and she knows what kind of character the other party is, this person seems to have no heart, and she treats everyone so indifferently and ruthlessly.

"Master, what are you going to do with it in the end?"

The smile on the corner of the flower festival was lowered, the eyes were deep, and the slender figure slowly turned his back to Hua Ran, and the white boots were gently raised.

Outside the eaves, the sound of the rain has not stopped, the cold wind is blowing slightly, and a touch of softness to the extreme sound is faintly transmitted into Hua Ran's ears, and every word is so clearly visible-

"If you burn it, it's ......"

A few words casually decided the ultimate fate of those people......

Overnight, a frenzied fire filled the entire lodge.

In the scorching firelight, the glass-like eyes clearly reflected everything in front of them, the bloodstained face was wooden, and the small body stood there like a stake.

Five years later.

Folk, the gentle image of the flower festival night bowing to the end, hard work, and thinking about the common people everywhere has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

As everyone knows, if this dynasty had not been present at night, it would have been broken by the neighboring country.

In the people, the night of the flower festival is no longer just the regent, but the prince whom the common people believe in, and his prestige is even higher than that of the emperor.

It's unbelievable that a woman has such a prestige, but when you think of that fairy-like figure, everything seems to make sense.

Quiet Pavilion.

On the night of the flower festival, he sat leisurely on the chair in white clothes, as always, there was no ornament on the white clothes, and on the fair and delicate face, the dark eyes were slightly narrowed, and the thin lips were slightly pursed.

"Master!"

"Master!" The voices of a man and a woman sounded.

The women are mature and beautiful, and the men are slightly immature.

Hua Saiye raised her eyes slightly, looking at the two people in front of her, she bowed slightly, and her eyes moved lightly to the young man next to Hua Ran.

The young man is also dressed in black, with an extremely ordinary face, but his eyes are very delicate and beautiful, which adds a bit of agility to that face.

The beautiful eyes flashed an imperceptible glow when they saw the man, and the corners of their mouths twitched.

In the palace.

"Just a woman makes you untouchable, it's a loss of identity as a secret guard!" Some angry voices rang out in the hall.

"Your Majesty!"

The young man on the table had a slightly immature face, his eyes were gently raised, and a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes, and he was immediately taken away.

"The character of this woman is too cunning, and the shortcomings are difficult to find."

None of the many killers sent back were enough to prove that the other party did not have the gentle and gentle appearance of outsiders at all.

"Click-"

A pause sounded.

I saw the director behind him look at the image on the screen with a satisfied face.

Mo Yu instantly regained his original cold appearance, his thin lips pursed into a line, and his slender and white fingers took the water handed over by the assistant, and gently unscrewed it, only to see his throat rolling slightly, and the cold water entered his throat.

The charm of the character of the Flower Festival Night in the Dead is very great, and it must be annoying if it is played well, not liking it.

On Weibo, the news that the dead are filming was spread.

- "Ahhhh ”

- "I like the night of the flower festival the most, although it's a villain, but it's really charming!" ”

- "Decisive temperament, not afraid of the villain, but afraid of the villain's handsomeness haha." ”

- "There is really someone in the entertainment industry who can play such a woman, I say it is unlikely." ”

- "I don't think there's anyone who can perform the flower festival night I want. ”

- "The others are fine, but if the cold temperament on the surface and indifference in the heart of the flower festival night is not played well, it is really easy to ruin the role of the flower festival night." ”

- "Actually, I've always wanted to ask who is the main character in Death? All I know is that Hanamatsuri Night is the last villain. ”

- "I don't know about this, maybe I'll know later." ”

- "In the novel, it is only clearly written that the flower festival night is a villain who is not white and black.,The protagonist I think there are a lot of people in it.,The three views are very positive.,The personality is enthusiastic.,And then the person who finally defeated the flower festival night is the protagonist in the absolute death.。 ”

Absolute Death is an ancient novel written by Fried Meat Fei in the novel industry, with excellent writing, and it describes the role of Flower Festival Night vividly, like a real villain in everyone's minds.

However, such a villain has made many book fans love and hate, hating the ruthlessness of the flower festival night, and the rest are like this character.

Netizens who have read many novels can guess that the last flower festival night will be an inevitable death, but when they think of such a gorgeous woman dying, netizens are distressed.

In the apartment.

Wan Zexi's slender white fingers gently slid the screen, a pair of fox eyes lowered slightly, looking at the chapters on the screen, the three words of flower festival night clearly came into view.

Flower festival night?

The villain?

The corners of his mouth seemed to be slightly hooked, and his deep eyes carefully looked at the content between the lines, and all those who were not the night of the flower festival were skipped.

When he saw the last chapter, Wan Zexi found that the other party was being serialized.

Looking at the group of coquettish and cute readers in the comment area who were begging for updates, the dark eyes just glanced at it lightly, and then looked up.

I saw that the box above the comment area was written with the words "Flower Festival Night", and below was the popularity value of this character.

I saw that the young man's eyebrows were lazy, and his slender upper body was suddenly lazily lying on the sofa, and his slender and white fingers clicked lazily, and he gave a lot of gifts to the role of Flower Festival.

Seeing that the popularity value of the flower festival night soared rapidly, the corners of Wan Zexi's red lips rose slightly.