This was what Murong Yinzhu thought in her heart, but although Rong Huazhui was very calm, she also knew very well that he wanted to see those ancestral teachings not just to satisfy curiosity, right? Is anyone really so bored that way?

Whether there really is, the question may only be left to time to answer.

"Have you read the ancestral teachings, what is the curse on the first page?" Rong Huadrunk did not leave, but asked with a smile.

"You already know, why do you need to ask me." How could someone who should have a friendship with Yao Lao not even understand such a question as the first page of Zu Xun, Murong Yinzhu sat at the desk again, "Please take care of yourself." ”

Rong Huadrunk didn't leave immediately, he still stood quietly behind her, looking at her loose green silk, those scattered strands of hair fluttering with her action of opening the book again, as if brushing on his heart.

Suddenly I remembered the taste between her lips and teeth, so intoxicated that she alone could bring it to him, even if all she asked for was his blood. A spike suddenly appeared at the tip of his heart, which was extremely uncomfortable, but he could not tell how the woman in front of him was, she was of great use to him.

"Why aren't you leaving?" Murong Yinzhu spoke abruptly, although she looked at the booklet calmly, she could clearly feel that Rong Hua's drunken gaze behind her had been on him, which made her a little uncomfortable. However, because I thought that I might become an ally in the end, I didn't use too many words.

"I was thinking, what are you?" Rong Huadrunk said softly, without a smile.

"It doesn't really matter what I am, just like I don't delve into who you are." Murong Yinzhu said, "Even if I've been curious about this for a long time. ”

"You're curious about me?" Rong Huadrunk suddenly laughed, like a child who got candy, "Great, you are also curious about people, I thought you wouldn't care about anyone except Murong Fei." ”

"Caring and being curious are two different things." Murong Yinzhu turned his face sideways and looked at him idly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "It's like I'm curious about why a tiger eats grass and not meat, but I don't care if it starves to death because of it." ”

"It's always heartbreaking when you say it, especially with such a nice smile." Rong Hua drunkenly stroked his heart exaggeratedly, "If I hadn't gotten used to your words, I'm afraid that there would be a sad corpse in front of you." ”

"It's a shame."

"You!" Rong Hua pretended to be angry and frowned, pinched Murong Yinzhu's chin as soon as he stretched out his hand, and deliberately said in a vicious tone, "Even if I die, then you have to come to the funeral, I have already said that you are my thing." ”

Murong Yinzhu just looked at him with a pair of phoenix eyes obliquely and without blinking, without saying a word.

"Stop, stop." After a while, Rong Hua let go as if he was drunken and surrendered, "Who told me that I am not only curious about you, but also a little concerned, in the end, it is also my property." ”

A little bit concerned?

Murong Yinzhu was stunned, and immediately lowered her head, in this world, there are too few people who really care about her, and the people who have said this to her can be counted clearly on five fingers.

Rong Hua, a flamboyant bastard, has the ability to read minds, and can poke her softest part every time.

"I'm gone, remember to miss me, I'll come to you in my dreams."