Even if he used him as a stand-in, he never insulted him, and he never experienced those nightmarish things again. The woman gave him respect from the outside world, gave him fine clothes and food, and he didn't have to please anyone except one person.

Compared to before, he is now living in heaven.

Pursing his lips, he gave up waiting and was about to leave, when he suddenly heard footsteps through the rain curtain and into his ears.

Hearing the sound and raising his eyes, a person slowly walked from the rain curtain, a snow-colored collared robe, and the dark lines floating on the fabric made him walk around, as if there were water waves flowing, floating out of the dust. They did have eight points of similarity, but when they saw it, Xun Ran hung his head unnaturally.

It's hard to paint the skin and bones, that's what it means.

At first glance, the man's facial features are not very stunning, but he has a well-defined outline, cold eyes, and a straight back. In his temperament, there is his characteristic pride. Even if he was reduced to a prisoner, he was not afraid of anyone.

His life experience, his cultivation, and his ability are all enough to make him respected. If he was willing, even that woman would have secretly promised him.

It turns out that this is the gap.

Xun Ran was ashamed, he lowered his head and turned his body sideways.

Yue Fusang was holding an oil-paper umbrella, and he had already walked slowly in front of him, and the moment he crossed his shoulders, he spit out a sentence lightly, "Don't fall in love with Inmanshu." The voice was low and elegant, like a fine satin, brushing from the face, Xun Ran was stunned for a moment, and then looked up in amazement, the man was already holding an umbrella and walking away.

His back was straight, and the rain could not hide his dusty temperament. Clusters of green bamboos in the distance rattled in the wind. And he seems to be the embodiment of those bamboos.

What did he mean by that? Is it a warning? Or—

Xun Ran's hands tightened and loosened, he was stunned in place for a long time, as if he had vented a force, and those inexplicable hatreds disappeared in the humid air with this light rain. Quietly, just like him, he has always had no sense of existence.

"Xun Ran Gongzi, it turns out that you are here, and the sect leader asked you where you went today, it's raining, go in quickly!"

Stunned, a calm and soft female voice sounded behind him, an oil-paper umbrella was held above his head, Xun Ran looked back, looked up along the porcelain white slender wrist, and saw that the woman's face was peaceful, and her black and white eyes were clear, as if she could see her heart at a glance.

She was also very loyal to the woman.

For some reason, looking at her eyes, Xun Ran's heart jumped, and an indescribable feeling spread in the bottom of my heart.

Jing Xi was uncomfortable by him, turned his head sideways to avoid his gaze, and urged softly: "Xun Ran Gongzi, go in quickly, the rain is getting heavier and heavier." ”

The drizzling rain gradually has a tendency to change to pouring rain, Xun Ran bowed slightly, "Okay." ”

In front of the woman in front of her, he easily took the umbrella in her hand and said, "I'll hold it, how can I let the mirror girl hold the umbrella for me, let's go." ”

Jing Xi blushed at his words, and when he lowered his head and walked into the rain curtain with him, he suddenly felt that there seemed to be something different about Xun Ran Gongzi. It seems—

The cowardice and fear that I had suppressed in my heart before disappeared in an instant.

As soon as he entered the main hall, he was instructed by Su Kui to move out of the main hall and live in the side hall on the right.

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