Sure enough, after four years, he would still declare war on her for the same woman.

Even if he changes his appearance and washes away his memory, he will still be pulled by the hands in the dark to fall in love with her.

However, this is interesting, he doesn't like prosaic stories at all.

After Rong Yan left for a while, a young girl was dragged out.

She was wearing a plain white dress, the bruises on her body had completely disappeared, and the blood on her face had recovered.

It looks like she's much better off now than she was a few days ago.

It's just that those eyes are still dark.

Rong Rong looked coldly at this face that looked like herself, and felt a little happy to see her so miserable.

"Do you think it's worth exchanging a pair of eyes for Rong Yan's love?" He lifted the blue and white porcelain vase and looked closely, and the few plum blossoms sticking out of the mouth of the bottle were very beautiful.

"If the Duke thinks it's worth it, it's worth it." The girl's gloomy eyes rolled, and she couldn't see anything in the cold plum fragrance in the air.

But in my heart, there is a clearer and clearer longing.

She will not lose these eyes in vain.

Rong Rong smiled coldly, put the vase on the stone table, and sat down lazily, "If you are given your appearance and memory, and you still can't grasp Rong Yan, then you will lose more than just your eyes." ”

"Yes." The girl replied firmly, she would try, but she was still not sure.

Before she lost her eyes, she had seen Rong Yan, who looked like a god in Greek mythology.

Cold and arrogant, handsome, wise, and powerful aura makes people dare not look directly.

She wasn't sure if she could convince him that she was Ye Chuchu.

"Lord Duke, will he really love me?" She asked uneasily, she felt that his love was so distant and untouchable.

No, it should be said, will he have love?

A trace of cold disgust flashed in Rong Rong's eyes: "As long as you are Ye Chuchu, he will love you." So, from now on, you can only think of yourself as Ye Chuchu. ”

"Yes!" Her eyes were blind, but her ears were more acute, and she could hear the unhappiness in the Black Prince's tone.

She was scared, and it was worse to anger this person than to go to hell!

She obediently closed her mouth and didn't dare to ask any more questions.

Rong Rong snorted coldly and asked people to take her down.

If it weren't for that funny plan, she wouldn't have wanted to see that face at all!

"Lord Duke, I found out the news that Ye Luoluo." After the person left, Yin Fu walked up slowly and said in a flat voice.

Rong Rong lazily propped one hand on the stone table, supporting half of her face, "Where is she?" ”

"The person who took her away was codenamed N, and according to Luo Yan's confession, he and Qiao Wei were not this woman's opponents at that time."

"Oh." Rong Rong responded casually, "That's the one who likes to abuse the object of hunting to death?" ”

"Yes." A glint of excitement flashed in Yinfu's eyes, "I want to fight her, Lord Duke, please leave the task to me this time." ”

"You actually see her as an adversary?" Rong Rong sneered, "Ye Yin knows that he will be sad, you are his most perfect masterpiece, no one in this world can compare to you." ”

"Thank you, Lord Duke, for the compliment." Hearing the compliment, in fact, Yin Fu didn't feel it at all, happy, joyful, these feelings had disappeared in her.