"Who the hell are you? What's the purpose of coming near me?" Murong Xue approached.

Bai Wuchang stepped back, "Door master, don't ask again."

I won't tell you.

I won't hurt you, and if you don't believe me, there's nothing you can do. She said helplessly, still unwilling to tell the truth.

"Well, I believe you.

But Lanyu, you remember, I don't want anyone to interfere in my affairs," he said, waving his hand, "You go down." ”

When Bai Wuchang retreated, he still didn't forget to give Murong Xue a "piece of advice".

"I hope that the master of the door will not forget your original intention and not go against your own ideas.

I just hope that you can grow up happily and stop living in the gloom. ”

Murong Xue's eyes flashed with something, trying to catch the slightest doubt.

But Lan Yu didn't give her a chance to ask, "The slave and maid retired." After saying that, he turned around and left.

At this time, only Murong Xue was left alone in the empty palace.

She slowly closed her eyes, maybe she could see everyone in this door, but Lan Yu was the one she saw the most vaguely.

But she didn't do anything bad to her, so she didn't think about those things anymore, and her thoughts quickly turned to chasing cigarettes.

Where did she want to chase the cigarette, and if it was taken away, who was it?

What are they doing this for?

There is another thing that Lan Yu said, be careful of the people around you. Maybe she's right, it's always right to take precautions.

"Ride the waves." Shouted outside.

Because Yan Tai Neng was the last person to see a cigarette chaser, the task of breaking the waves was canceled.

"What does the master command?"

"Go and move the information of everyone in the Blood Dragon Gate to my dormitory." Murong Xue commanded.

The night is heavy, the sparks are scattered, the soft willows dance lightly, and the level is like a mirror.

The moonlight outside shone obliquely into the window of Xiaoxuan, gently caressing the woman's face, her beautiful eyes drooping, her eyelashes were like small fans, and she turned a yellowed scroll with a movement.

With one hand, he gently pinched the barrel of the pen, and when he needed it, he swirled his wrist and wrote down a line of chic words.

If you look inside, you will find that the handwriting is neat and messy, and it is quite annoying when writing.

And these words are not other notes or beautiful verses, but one name after another.

"Miss, the moon is going down." Murong Xuetian whispered in her ear, but Murong Xuetian didn't hear it.

Donghuan stood at a loss with a bowl of white fungus and red date porridge that had just been heated again, thinking of what Dongya Venerable had said before.

"You are the personal maid of the soul, don't you notice that the attitude of the soul towards you is different from the attitude towards other maids and even your master?

If it were an ordinary person who said your unruly words in front of the soul, I am afraid that it would have been the same as your ancestor a long time ago.

Therefore, if you go to Wudian to serve the soul, she will definitely not be angry. ”

Donghuan looked at the porridge in her hand, Miss hadn't bought anything since the morning, and the porridge in her hand was hot at least ten times, but since she stepped into the Wudian, Miss didn't look at her, and didn't pay attention to her.

What she didn't know was that Murong Xue would not be disturbed by any outside world when she was serious, which was equivalent to isolating herself from the world, so not only did she not hear Donghuan's words, but she didn't even know that she was coming.

Donghuan mustered up his courage, put the bowl to Murong Xue's side, and shouted loudly: "Miss, it's time to eat!"

"Smack!" First the sound of porcelain shattering, then a dull crash, followed by a woman's shrill voice, "Get out!"

The woman's voice was Murong Xue's voice, "What a bold man, he dares to ignore the orders of the master of this sect!"

Murong Xuetian also hated it most when someone disturbed her when she was serious, let alone something she ordered.

"Little, Miss......" Donghuan and Murong Xuetian had no internal strength, but they were hit on the pillar by Murong Xuetian's palm, and they still suffered a lot of injuries, and they didn't dare to speak cowardly.

"Okay, you go down, there won't be any in the future," Murong Xue was just about to turn around and leave, when she suddenly remembered something and turned back again, "Donghuan?"

Seeing the appearance of the people on the ground clearly, he frowned, walked over and said, "How did you get in?"

Donghuan lowered his head and said, "It's the Lord of Dongya who said" However, before the words were finished, seeing the haze on Murong Xue's face, he immediately turned the corner of what he was about to say, "It was the slave who wanted to come in and serve the young lady."

Murong Xue snorted lightly, even if Donghuan didn't tell the truth, she knew what was going on.

Speaking of Dongya, if he hadn't been the one Wataru gave her, she would have gotten this sissy away a long time ago.

Or is it his turn to come here to point fingers?

glanced at Donghuan, "You should be careful to speak here in the future, don't offend anyone." ”

"Yui."

"If it's okay, go down first." Somehow, when she saw Donghuan, she remembered her sister who was killed by her but didn't die.

"Miss, eat something, you haven't eaten for a day." Donghuan pleaded.

Murong Xue nodded and waved her hand, "Got it." It also means to let the winter ring go.

Donghuan had no choice but to pick up the broken porcelain one by one and put it in a skirt.

Murong Xuetian didn't hear the footsteps of Dong Huan leaving, but saw the picture of Dong Huan accidentally cutting his hand.

A little impatiently said: "If you are told to go down, you will go down, and someone will do these things." After saying that, he left mercilessly.

Donghuan also shed two lines of tears because of Murong Xue's unintentional words, silently put away the last piece of broken porcelain and turned to leave.

Donghuan is a pure white little girl, when there was a young lady in the past, she just wanted to serve a good young lady, not let the young lady be bullied by others, and not let the young lady starve and freeze.

Later, there was a young lady, she just wanted to follow the young lady wholeheartedly, and never give up and fight side by side with the young lady.

But the more time passed, the more she realized that her abilities were so poor that she was not worthy of being by her side at all.

Donghuan trotted all the way, and the scenery she walked through lost its color, and she bumped into Chengfeng. Next to the wind is Dongya.

Chengfeng helped Donghuan up and kindly asked her what was wrong.

Dongya said in a weird way: "I thought that Yan Tai kid brought back what kind of goods, but it turned out to be nothing more than that."

I advise you to return the lonely soul of the soul to her, why, because you are not worthy of touching that sword at all. ”

As soon as Dongya finished speaking, the breaking waves came.

Chengfeng: "What are you doing here?"

Po Lang glanced at Donghuan, and said in a cold tone: "The master asked me to bring the lonely soul over."

"What do you say! Lonely soul?" Chengfeng didn't know whether he was surprised or shocked.

The lonely soul is a sword given to the master by the master of the crane, and the master never left his body before, why did he give the winter ring.

Thinking about it, it may also be that the master likes this very useless girl very much, so he deliberately gave the sword to Donghuan so that she would not be bullied by others in the Blood Dragon Gate alone.

"Miss Donghuan, please lead the way" Po Lang said simply, "The master said, don't go to her if there is nothing important." ”

Donghuan's sad head leads the way, does Miss really not want her?

Chengfeng glared at Dongya, who couldn't be provoked, and followed. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "Proud Black Concubine Claw Book House" for free for the first time.