It was dark, and only a few torches shone a dim light.

The man in purple walked into the firelight, the torches blown by the wind, and the flickering light illuminated his pale face in a flickering light, making it more and more bewitching in the night.

Yan Ying has basically not changed, compared with when she was a child. He has been this appearance since he was a child, if he has to say that he has changed, that is, he has become taller, and his facial features are more bewitching than when he was a child.

Yan Ying has a bewitching temperament on his body, which is not deliberately made, but his appearance is natural. Pale rose-colored lips, eyes as deep as wells, picturesque eyebrows, delicate nose tip, and a little gray mole on it looks very beautiful. The demonic attitude that emanates from his bones is reflected in his gestures, even if he just smiles and doesn't want to express anything, it is also tempting and charming in the eyes of others.

He had a very good-looking waist, a naturally narrow waist, with slender bones and a charming silhouette, hidden under a delicately cut purple robe, and it was this waist that made him look like a flamboyant snake.

However, snakes are cold.

The serpent's smelt is also cold.

Chenguang looked at him, and she was surprised that he would be here. She hadn't figured out why he was here, but it was clear that he wasn't going to do good here.

Yan Ying fell into her sight, smiling brightly, cold, and demonic.

"Kitten, your watchdog hurt the chess pieces I have raised for three years, which is not good." He said softly, even if he used a very gentle expression and a very soft tone, in the eyes of others, it was still cold to the bone, and his cold temperament was the same as his bewitching appearance, which was innate.

Morninglight looked at him and didn't speak.

She said that Yan Ying's feelings were complicated and not complicated, it was not a simple love between men and women, this first teenager who took the initiative to talk to her, he had given her the most tenderness in hell. He gave her the desire to live, she never thought of leaving the dungeon before he offered to take her away, she always thought that dying was the end of her life, and when he said he wanted to leave, it was at that time that she began to yearn for the human world on the ground.

He had been the full fill of her blank heart, and at that time, her parched pale heart had nothing, so she had only him, and he occupied all her heart. When she grows up and sees all kinds of joys and sorrows, she will feel that the innocent years when she once saw him and felt happy were really stupid. But there's no denying that the time she spent playing with him was sparkling before he cheated on her.

He was the first deception in her life, the first betrayal.

Hate him? Probably.

She was angry that he had deceived her and betrayed her, but as she grew older, she felt more and more that what was hatred?

She is no longer a child, and it is ridiculous to shout "Yan Ying, I'm going to kill you" when she sees him. Her life is short, and she doesn't want to waste it on a pointless thunderstorm.

She rarely remembered his deception now, probably she didn't care anymore, and when facing him, there was occasionally a negligible familiarity floating through her heart, but there would be no more fluctuations.

However, she was still the one who knew him best, she knew him very well, she knew him when she was seven years old, until he left at seventeen, and for seven years, her greatest pleasure was to study him.

He was a stumbling block to her glorious path, a stumbling block that would not retreat, and sooner or later she would crush him, though that day was not now.

Yan Ying looked at her calm eyes, he smiled, she had really grown up, he thought, how beautiful it would be if he could see the strong hatred in her eyes that reflected his figure.

Shen Run's heart felt a strong sense of discomfort, Chenguang and Yan Ying, the atmosphere between them was transparent, there was nothing, but it was something that others could not intervene in, and it could not be broken.

There was no change in the morning light, and she probably didn't understand it, but Shen Run understood, Yan Ying's eyes that didn't deliberately hide it, it was the eyes of a man looking at a woman.

At this moment, Shen Run admitted that he was jealous, because he felt that Yan Ying was different to Chenguang. I don't know why, when the two of them looked at each other, he just felt that they were different.

Yan Ying and Si Qian and Chang Xi are obviously different, no matter whether Si Qian and Chang Xi really love Chenguang or not, Chenguang only treats them as subordinates, although he will be uncomfortable with Chenguang's maintenance of them, but he will not care about it in his heart.

But this time, he cared.

Chenguang and Yan Ying had been in Qi'an together for two years, Shen Run didn't find anything, and when the Five Kingdoms were in power, he just attributed Chenguang's teasing of Yan Ying to a little trick she played for Feng Yingguo, but this time, when he looked at the two of them seriously, the surging fire was not the anger of his territory being violated by outsiders, it was the fire of jealousy.

Ming Mingguang didn't have such emotions as restlessness and nervousness, but he just knew that they must have had something, which he could see from Yan Ying's eyes.

Yan Ying didn't take Shen Run in his eyes at all, he walked over with a smile, stood in front of Chenguang, stretched out his slender fingers, and wanted to touch Chenguang's face.

Before he could touch her skin, he was stopped by Shen Run.

Yan Ying looked over, and when facing Shen Run, he raised his soft smile, and looked straight at Shen Run's pale purple robe floating, and the strong momentum that was extremely inconsistent with his bewitching appearance was terrifying.

Shen Run's face sank like water.

The morning light was silent and took two steps back.

Yan Ying glanced at Shen Run, and her pale rose-colored lips hooked up with contempt, as if she was laughing at him for not being able to measure himself. The Xuan Power in the palm increased a few points, like an eagle's throat, fiercely attacking Shen Run!

Shen Run calmly took it from the front, he was not afraid of Yan Ying's profound mystical power, he felt that the two were almost the same, no matter what they were.

Yan Ying's eyes sank slightly.

He has lived in Longxi Kingdom for a few years, and he knows a little about Shen Run, Shen Run is a genius, Shen Run is different from him, Shen Run is talented, and he is artificially created.

Disgust rose abruptly, and he shot more and more ruthlessly.

Shen Run has a gentle appearance, but in fact he is not good at stubble, his palms are in touch, and they are all killing moves against each other.

Chenguang stood in the distance, watching the two of them fight, she really wanted to see how far the two of them had reached their mystic power. She thought it would be a good opportunity for her to get a closer look at them, but neither of them did their best, probably worried that the commotion would attract the attention of the inner city.

Be cautious, but the two of them are very similar.

"Tsk!" Chenguang slurped, a little disappointed, it was not interesting to fight each other with reservations like this.

At the same time, she knew one more thing, Shen Run was cautious, and Yan Ying was equally cautious, which showed that Yan Ying had no relationship with Flame City, and he also concealed his identity and sneaked into Flame City to do something.

And there are only two things he has to do.

She sat down at a stone table in the courtyard, supported her cheek with one hand, and watched Shen Run and Yan Ying fight, she was interested again.