Dye Hua suddenly felt a little distressed about the seemingly powerful man in front of him, but he was actually fragile and vulnerable. Witnessing the death of his parents was cruel to him when he was only ten years old.

Looking at the pity that flashed in his eyes, Gu Mofeng laughed at himself: "It seems that I am crazy, I actually told you this, I hope that the water girl will not laugh at it." ”

"In life, who doesn't have some unbearable past." Dye Hua walked to Gu Mofeng and sat down, and said lightly: "I don't know what you mean by bringing me here?" ”

Gu Mofeng's deep gaze slowly fell on the beautiful little face, and he said half-loudly: "The water girl is too worried, I brought you here just to let you recuperate quietly." ”

"Thank you for your kindness." Dyeing and painting is breeze.

Looking at that breezy face, it seemed that nothing in the world could change its color, somehow, Gu Mofeng's heart was annoyed, and his deep eyes were dyed with a thin layer of ice mist, "Since that's the case, then I'll leave first." With that, Gu Mofeng got up, brushed his sleeves and left.

Watching Gu Mofeng's tall figure disappear into the endless darkness, Dye Hua retracted his gaze. I looked around the stone house again and found that there was a stone door on the right wall.

When I was in doubt, I suddenly heard a slight sound of footsteps slowly approaching the stone house, and I was condensed in my heart, such a hidden place, except for the ancient ink wind, who else knew here?

Speculation was extreme, but the footsteps stopped a few meters away from the stone house, the surrounding was as quiet as death, Dye Hua slowly held his breath, his brilliant eyes emitted a faint cold light, and he didn't know when there was a cold dagger in his right hand, as long as that person dared to move, she was sure that he would be killed in an instant.

The visitor seemed to be aware of the vigilance of dyeing the painting, but he smiled and said, "Hehe, it's still quite clever." His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time.

"Since you're here, why hide and be afraid of people watching." Dye and paint Qingling's gaze swept somewhere intentionally or unintentionally, and poured two cups of tea with his hand.

Looking up, a black figure was already standing in front of him, and except for his eyes, everything else was wrapped in a black cloak.

The cloaked man's exposed eyes flashed with bloodthirsty cold light, looking at the indifferent dye painting, a touch of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and his low voice sounded again: "You're not afraid that I will kill you?" ”

As if he had heard some funny joke, Dye Hua actually laughed out loud, laughing wildly and contemptuously: "In this world, there are always so many people who do not measure themselves, but they want to humiliate themselves. ”

The cloaked man was furious, "Look for death." ”

A palm wind full of strong internal force directly hit the façade of the dyeing painting, seeing that the dyeing painting will become the soul of the cloaked man's palm, just at this moment, a sharp sound of breaking the air sounded in his ears, and at the same time only heard a muffled snort. The cloaked man took a few steps back to stabilize his body, and looked at the tall figure that appeared outside the door at some point, his eyes flashing with disbelief.

The person outside the door is obviously the ancient ink style that has gone and returned.

"This is the last time." Looking at the cloaked man, Gu Mofeng's cold eyes flashed with murderous intent: "If there is a next time, don't blame me for not caring about the old feelings." ”

The cloaked man's eyes were full of pain, "You did this to me for the sake of this irrelevant person?" ”

"She's not someone you can touch." Gu Mofeng said coldly, his eyes fell on the face of the dyeing and painting style, and a different kind of light flashed under his eyes.

For some reason, the text is broken faster for two months, first of all, I apologize to those girls who like this article, many people say, let me open a new article, this paragraph has been more long, no one has read it, whether anyone has read it or not, there must be a good beginning and a good end.