She seemed to have absorbed the light of the moon, and her whole person seemed clear and pure, as if she was not a person from this world.

"It's you again, Bo Yunsu." Murong Xi's eyes also turned cold: "What did you do to Tong Yao?!" ”

"What are you talking about? I don't understand. Bo Yunsu knew that he couldn't hide, and came out of the shadows.

Looking at the angry Murong Xi on one side, his heart tightened slightly.

"You don't understand?" Murong Xi's voice was full of ridicule and ridicule: "Why did Tong Yao faint, don't you understand?" ”

She thought she was doing a good job, but in fact, she was recognized so quickly.

Her deep eyes looked at Murong Xi, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she still tried to make a final denial: "It's none of my business." ”

Something flashed in Murong Xi's eyes, and the sneer on his face became even more obvious:

"Do you think I'm going to believe you just because it's none of your business?"

Bo Yunsu bit her lower lip, she didn't want to do this, but if she didn't do this, she wouldn't be able to live.

"What does Qi Lian mean again?" Murong Xi saw Bo Yunsu's embarrassment.

Bo Yunsu didn't speak, and if he didn't speak, it would be regarded as a default.

Murong Xi's attitude towards Bo Yunsu couldn't tell whether he should be angry or sympathetic.

She also does things for others, and sometimes, she may really not be able to vent her anger on her.

Perhaps, this is the consciousness of being a god.

"Go back and tell Qi Lian, this is the first time, I will let him go, but if there is a next time, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless!"

This can be regarded as a warning to Qi Lian.

He is powerful in the mortal world, he will handle it impartially according to the rules of the Nine Heavens, but if he wants to do a black hand to Tong Yao, then I'm sorry, what he will do, he himself doesn't know.

Murong Xi left the next sentence and turned to leave.

Bo Yunsu looked at his back, meaningful.

As a god, will there be times when you will be so willful?

Back at the mansion, Shen Yuechen hadn't come back yet, and Fang Fengye was still guarding outside the house.

Yes, it's outside the house, not inside the house.

Murong Xi frowned and said, "Why is Third Uncle Fang ......?" ”

Before he finished speaking, he saw Fang Fengye hurriedly coming over:

"Murong Gongzi, Miss doesn't know what's wrong, dancing alone in the room!"

Fang Fengye's words made Murong Xi startled again, he was obviously a person who was unconscious, how could he dance?

Suddenly, Murong Xi seemed to think of something. A bad thought rose in my heart.

The Dance of the Enchanted?

In the inner room, colorful lights appeared out of nowhere, surrounding Tong Yao's side, bright and out, flickering and dimming.

Tong Yao seemed to be in a fantasy world, and everything seemed a little unreal.

Her consciousness was very clear, but her body did not listen to her.

She couldn't help but get up and dance.

The straight skirt that swings with the body is hidden in the light.

The two of them couldn't help but gasp when they looked at Tong Yao like this.

The dance of the enchantment, graceful and weak, carries a suffocating beauty, the beauty of death.

Tong Yao closed his eyes, but he could see Murong Xi who was shocked.

She was unstable, her body shook slightly, and suddenly, the strength in her body seemed to be drained, and the whole person fell down suddenly.

Murong Xi's eyes were quick, he grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms.

The sleeve robe is swayed, and the enchantment unfolds.