Cao!

Su Duyan looked at the figure that left, angry, what's wrong!

As soon as he kicked the door frame, there was a "squeak" sound, and the whole door fell to the ground, rolling up a cloud of dust.

[Opinion +10, current progress 10%.] 】

Ding——

The voice in his head pulled Su Duyan's thoughts back, and he took a few steps to the railing angrily, panting heavily.

"You still know to come back!"

What a broken plot is this!

Mo Erbao touched his small waist and looked at the young man in front of the mirror, yes, although he borrowed little energy from the headquarters, he could barely restore his original body.

[After the baby finished his work, he immediately rushed back, the progress did not increase, and the host made persistent efforts. 】

Su Duyan held his forehead, spit out a few mouthfuls of turbidity, his eyes were cloudy, since he had become this savior, he couldn't watch Jun Wuyuan continue to sink into depression.

After a few steps, he walked towards the kitchen, and by the way, he ordered his subordinates to clean up the mess.

Liangwu City, sparsely populated, remote location, this mansion, when he first came, he repaired it inside and out, but after all, it couldn't withstand the bitter wind and rain.

After all, he is an unfavored prince, look at the place where he came, and announce to the world how lowly he is!

And Jun Wuyuan, that fool, I'm afraid he's hiding somewhere licking his wounds alone.

His eyes were astringent, and the water stains tumbling in the crockpot jumped onto his fingers, burning red and white skin, and pulled Su Duyan's thoughts back.

Suppressing the swirling tears, he poured the medicine into the bowl, and didn't care about the pain in his hands.

Over the years, Jun Wuyuan's pain is a thousand times that of him.

The wind rolled up the hem of his clothes, and Su Duyan steadily took the decoctioned medicine to the door of Jun Wuyuan.

The guard outside the door waved his voice, "Your Highness has gone to bed, and the young man is tired of running away." ”

Oh, is this avoiding him, he doesn't believe in evil!

"What, even you want to stop me?"

As soon as he took a step forward, the guard bowed down to stop him, "Don't dare." ”

His fingers clasped the porcelain bowl, and his voice was tinged with Xiao Han, "Get out of the way." ”

The red clothes are like fire, with a fatal temptation, and the magic hand is rejuvenated, even today's saints have to give three points.

The guard slowly retreated to the side, and Su Duyan restrained his expression before pushing the door open with leisurely steps.

There was no candle in the room, it was as dark as ink, Su Duyan frowned, and that feeling of fear followed.

Claustrophobia - the pupils of his eyes are filled with fear, but his steps never stop, and the red clothes disappear into the night, swallowing the bright red.

With dense sweat on his forehead, relying on the thin light cast by the window lattice, Su Duyan searched the room, but there was still no figure of Jun Wuyuan.

Lost like a rolling sea swallowed him, suppressing the fear in his heart, and the bright red shadow outlined the bewilderment in the dark night, "It's good if you remember, it's better if you forget it." ”

Jun Wuyuan, remember, I have always been where you turned; Forget the journey of walking alone in the night.

The sound of the wind brushed his ears, and Su Duyan put the porcelain bowl on the table, then turned to leave.

——

The door of the house was "creaked" shut, and the figure walked out from behind the wooden pillar.

The corners of his mouth are bewitching, and he is holding his long hair that is scattered, [It's really ruthless, that's the thick hair he gave you.] ］

The red eyes are bright and uncertain, black and red intertwined.

The man standing suddenly held on to the table rock, sweat dripping from his forehead.

In my memory, it was the young man who sewed all his dark clothes in red, and he said, "It is necessary to be both frank and public." ”

Three thousand strands of hair shuttled in the young man's hands, tied up high, and the red hair was thick, permed and dyed on his heart, just like the red clothes.

[It's not because you're afraid of losing him that you let this prince come out.]

How, if you become one with this prince, you will always have him!

Three rivers and six banks, wandering the world, isn't that what you have been looking forward to?

Let this prince out, and you will be able to reach it! ］

"Shut up!"

The legs were soft, Jun Wuyuan knelt down suddenly, brought down the edge of the table, the porcelain bowl fell to the ground, the medicinal soup spilled, and the sound of porcelain breaking hit his heart, tearing his heart and lungs.

"Shut up, it's not like that!"

Curled up his body, Jun Wuyuan held his head, depressed as dust.

The door snapped—and then it sounded like a bell.

"Your Highness, Gongzi Jiang left the mansion at night and headed north."