Ye Luoluo leaned back on the back of the chair contentedly, although it was on the plane, she still took a hard breath of air: "Free air, it's so good!" ”

Bai Qishao touched her hair dotingly.

"Qishao, where are we going?" Although he escaped from that island, he didn't have to worry about being changed into another person by Shen Weining.

But she is still full of doubts about the future of He Bai Qishao.

"Go to a place where they won't find you." Bai Qishao took her hand and said a few words to the pilot.

The driver also responded, and the two exchanged in French.

Ye Luoluo didn't understand, but he was very relieved to Bai Qishao.

The antique Chinese garden is full of classical and elegant charm.

Outside the window, several plum trees bloomed quietly in the cold smoke, and the red flowers seemed to be coagulated by a little poignant blood, which had a strange beauty.

Under the plum tree, an elegant and noble young man raised his head, folded a branch of red plum, and turned around and inserted it into the blue and white porcelain vase held by the girl behind him.

The cold plum is dripping and fragrant.

The boy's fingers were lined with petals that lost their color.

When Rong Yan came in, he saw him raise his hand to fold the plum, a few wisps of scattered demon mist gently enveloped him, and his green eyes looked more and more demonic.

Rong Yan was slightly stunned, he seemed to remember that when he first saw this Rong family master, there was also such a blooming red plum.

Rong Rong's hand, which was held by the previous head of the family, came out of the deep, deep mist.

Wherever they walked, the mist seemed to sense the noble aura emanating from them, and they retreated and dispersed.

Rong Rong is six years old, and his stunning green eyes reveal a cold and arrogant light.

There is a special demonic aura in him, like a sluggish and melancholy harp sound, flowing quietly, but invisibly piercing everyone's hearts.

At that time, he was as stunned as everyone else.

He is ten years old and has seen many people, but there has never been a person like Rong Rong, who quietly sucks everyone's souls.

He's like an evil goblin.

Rong Yan and Rong Chen folded plum blossoms and presented them to him to show their loyalty.

A gentleman is like a plum, Ling Han is not afraid, and he is unswerving.

The plum blossom has a lonely soul, symbolizing never betrayal.

Rong Yan casually broke a plum blossom, and the crisp sound of the branch breaking made Rong Rong look back, his green eyes faint, like a jewel.

As he did when he was a child, Rong Yan handed him a plum blossom as a ritual to signify his allegiance to the Black Prince.

Rong Rong was indifferent, looking at him with strange eyes, cold and arrogant.

"This ritual has no effect on you." He ignored the plum blossom and stuck it into a long, slender vase.

"There's only one way I can show my loyalty." Rong Yan said lightly, the noble and cold aura still hasn't changed.

"You still have one more thing that you didn't do." Rong Rong's green eyes turned slightly, and a demonic aura leaked out.

"I can't catch her." Rong Yan said briefly, forcibly holding back the bitterness that rose in his heart.

"No one in this world can catch her except you."

Rong Yan put the plum blossoms he didn't want on the stone table, and said flatly: "I have promised you to marry Chu Chu." ”

"Isn't marrying her what you've always wanted? I'm just perfecting you, don't act like I'm forcing you. ”