Shadow Young Lord

The young master of the shadow of the year.

Of course he remembered, and, he remembered it clearly.

After all, the shadow young master back then, he was also obsessed with it, he was delusional, and he was angry because of it.

In the end, the shadow young master, after all, is also

Thinking of this, Gong Zhaohui pursed the corners of his lips, his face was shrouded in a faint gloomy color, he turned his head slightly, seemed to raise his head casually, and glanced at Su Yunshu lightly, but in an instant, his eyes looked at the woman not far away, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face, and he couldn't see joy and anger.

However, it was only a faint one for a moment, although it was well disguised, like a very casual look, Nan Shiyan still noticed a trace of unusualness.

His eyes moved, his eyes went back and forth between Gong Zhaohui and the woman a few times, and he looked at it carefully, as if he had found something, Nan Shiyan lowered his eyebrows, and half a bundle of black hair hung down properly, covering his face.

In a place that others couldn't see, Nan Shiyan slowly hooked his lips and smiled coldly and evilly.

Shadow Young Lord

It seems that this woman knows a lot.

originally thought that Gong Zhaohui was too cautious, but this time, he couldn't find anything useful.

Unexpectedly, the woman said something interesting.

can make Gong Zhaohui's complexion change, and his tone has changed a lot, presumably, the "young master of the shadow" in the woman's mouth must have involved some profound past.

I didn't expect that today's toss would still have such a surprising harvest.

This shadow young master

How does it sound so familiar?

It seems that I have heard it somewhere.

Don't

Suddenly, as if he suddenly remembered something, Nan Shiyan's face changed greatly, the hand holding the jade fan tightened suddenly, and the bone joints were filled with a terrifying white color, making a slight sound, and the originally calm voice was also a lot faster.

If so, if so

That Ling'er

His eyes narrowed, Nan Shiyan lowered his eyes, the cold arc of the corners of his mouth became more and more weird, with a dark sense of evil spirit, and the murderous aura was diffuse, but it was very well disguised.

It seems that this palace Zhaohui

Suddenly, Nan Shiyan stretched out his tightly condensed eyebrows, a slight smile appeared in his eyes, and his gaze with deep meaning casually swept past the cold face of Gong Zhaohui not far away.

The sound of chuckling overflowed from his mouth, Nan Shiyan gently flicked his sleeves, his slender fingers caressed the delicate pattern on the jade fan in his hand, and an undisguised schadenfreude appeared on his face, which was extremely cold.

No matter what happened back then, he can now be sure that this Gong Zhaohui

I'm going to die a terrible death.

It's miserable, it's miserable.

Ling'er will definitely not let him go easily.

At this time, a delicate chuckle came, interrupting Nan Shiyan's gradually distant thoughts, accompanied by a few roars of fierce beasts, and the clear night wind blew everyone's clothes to hunt.

"Gong Zhaohui."

Supporting the delicate chin with one hand, holding the jade flute with the other, gently knocking on the sharp horns, the woman leaned obliquely, and the whole person revealed a sense of dispersion, looking very leisurely.

And the words that came out were with an extreme chill, adding a bit of cruelty to the woman.

"You don't really think that what you did back then was well hidden, right?"

After a pause, the woman raised her eyebrows, chuckled, her voice rose slightly, and continued:

"Gong Zhaohui, although this palace rarely asks about the affairs of several empires in this remote place, but"

"What happened back then, this palace knows everything clearly."

The smile was a little low, like a wave surging in the dark night, faintly, with a tendency to devour everything.

"Gong Zhaohui, Gong Zhaohui, you didn't expect it."

The fair-skinned little hand gently patted the beast's head, the beast responded in a low voice, raised its head obediently, rubbed it gently, and then raised its feet, shook its huge body a few times, and walked towards Gong Zhaohui.

The woman leaned over slightly, leaning lazily on the beast's head, her eyes flickering, and she spoke lightly.

"You think your plan is seamless, but you don't know that you are just the king of a small empire after all."

"But the little Eastern Dynasty, oh no."

Tilting her head, the woman chuckled, her eyebrows and eyes crooked, with a bit of playfulness.

"Even if you unify the four empires and become the overlord of these empires, you are just a small eastern overlord."

"This continent is the most backward, the most barren in spiritual power, and the lowest level"

After a pause, the woman raised her eyebrows silently, with an undisguised sense of sarcasm and disdain.

"East."

The dark purple jade flute was pressed against the thin lips that were also dark purple, and the woman hooked her lips, looked straight at the hooked lips with a sharp gaze, and said with a smile.

"Gong Zhaohui, back then, it was just for you to take advantage of a loophole, do you really think that your despicable methods are very successful?"

As he spoke, the fierce beast swayed its huge body and came to Gong Zhaohui, the hair on his whole body trembled, and with a gentle "hum", the fierce beast lowered its head slightly.

The woman leaned over slightly and moved a little closer to Gong Zhaohui, smiling strangely, and the smile did not reach the bottom of her eyes.

"Gong Zhaohui."

After a pause, the woman sneered, her voice was much lower, containing profound spiritual power, and the coercion emitted was heavily pressed on Gong Zhaohui's back.

"Don't think too highly of yourself."

"Back then, in fact, you were the weakest."

"It's just that you used the despicable methods used by others tirelessly, and you got lucky."

"Oh, yes."

The thin eyebrows were raised, and the woman grinned thin lips, and the dark purple lips formed a tragic and poignant smile, which was thrilling.

"Gong Zhaohui, now, no one will help you anymore."

"And"

The thin lips hooked a deeper arc, the smile on her face was a little darker, the woman lowered her voice, and her eyes narrowed slightly.

"Do you know, who was the young master of the shadow back then?"

Hearing this, Gong Zhaohui was obviously shocked, and his face quickly flashed a sense of astonishment, a pair of big hands full of calluses were tightly clenched under the wide clothes, his rough fingers were tightly buckled, his nails were embedded in his palms, and he trembled a little.

The woman straightened up, supported her head with one hand, looked down at Gong Zhaohui condescendingly, took in the subtle changes on his face, and snorted lightly.

However, even if it is shocked, it is only a matter of moments.

The breath sank, Gong Zhaohui raised his eyes, and a pair of deep eyes were surging with complex thoughts, but they were extremely forbearing, so that people couldn't see any clues.

The corners of his lips pursed, Gong Zhaohui raised his eyebrows, looked at the woman in front of him calmly, and his low and majestic voice was extremely calm.