Bai Zhihe seemed to be burned, and subconsciously moved his hand.

The end knot of the silver moonlight hairband was easily pulled open by the emperor, and the black hair sprinkled down like a waterfall, looking extremely bewitching and gorgeous in the moonlight.

The emperor leaned over and covered the corners of his lips, tender as water, not half of the ruthlessness of the past.

I can't complain that so many girls and little girls stuck to Qingyuan in the past, he is both unique and self-taught in this regard, and he is just right in proportion.

Bai Zhi turned his head, and a trace of forbearance and depression flashed in his eyes.

He prides himself on being pure and noble, and does not defile with human affairs. But now I can't help but think in my heart, I have already messed up.

After several restraints, in the end I couldn't bear the love that swelled up in my heart. Meaning, turn over and buckle the handsome emperor in a well-dressed dress. Down, ruthless. Blocking all the words that came out of his thin lips, he raised his hand and lifted the red curtain.

Outside the window, the raindrops were dripping, and the candle flame on the table in the distance swayed and flickered with the air current.

The red curtain swayed like fire.

Hides the magnificence of a room.

……

Following.

It was still dark, and the rain had finally stopped after a night's work.

Shu Qingyuan woke up and leaned on the pillow, fiddling with the beads hanging from the curtain, and his fingers slowly wrapped around the hair of the people around him.

Bai Zhihe had already woken up, he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, but he didn't know how to face the absurdity of this night, and his mind sorted out countless sets of words, but they were stuck in his throat and couldn't speak.

The white fingertips swept over his thick, slender feather-like eyelashes, and felt a slight trembling.

The corners of Shu Qingyuan's lips were faintly curled up, and he whispered softly in his ear, and the end was affectionate: "Master, if you had moved lightly last night, I might be able to forgive you......"

Bai Zhihe's heart was suddenly caught off guard, and he suddenly opened his eyes, but saw a cold light slashing at the blade in front of him.

"Poof......

Suddenly, a dagger plunged into his pale chest.

Bai Zhihe's pupils suddenly tightened, and his breathing stagnated for a moment. The dagger was quickly drawn again, bringing up beads of blood.

Just look at Su Qingyuan's face full of smiles, his eyes are full of anger like a hellish ghost, the expression between his eyebrows is cruel and vicious, and his low and hoarse voice is gentle and terrifying.

"Isn't the master able to heal himself, then let's see if my knife is fast or the master's spiritual power is fast...... What do you think? ”

After speaking, the emperor dipped his finger in the blood and brought it to his lips, and licked it with a happy expression.

The bright red was like the finest rouge, and it was applied to the corners of his lips.

It was swept away by his cruel raised hand, extending upwards to the ear, leaving an arc of demonic blood on the right cheek.

against the curvature of his lips.

It looks like a demon but not a demon, and it is amazing.

Bai Zhihe's face was unprecedentedly pale, his fingers covered his heart, and a trace of blood spread across his fingers, almost holding back the pain and sighing: "Xiaoyuan, don't make trouble." ”

The golden light flowing through his fingertips turned into ropes, binding the emperor's troubled hands. Only then did he make a decision to stop the bleeding and clean up the blood stains on his heart.

In this world, there is nothing he thinks can be afraid of. Only the master is obsessed with him, and he can't be subdued no matter what.

Even if you put all the open and dark arrows, you can't catch him in the palm of your hand.

Bai Zhihe is his teacher, his enthusiasm, his sinking and depravity, and his life's heart.

……

Hua Yin didn't remember this, he could only vaguely remember that he had met a master when he was the Great Zhao Emperor, but if he had a deeper memory, he would have no memory at all.

It could be the trauma of the thunderstorm.

He didn't want to deliberately recall, for him, those memories were the same, with or without.

Even when you think about it, it's an endless nightmare.

In that case, why did he think about it?

Since the Thunder Tribulation has taken it away, let it drift with the wind.

But what Hua Yin didn't know was that it was the best memory he had before he fell into reincarnation.