Bump –

The forehead is about to be packed.

Su Mingyu rubbed her troubled head, and the corners of her mouth pursed dissatisfiedly: "This person is unlucky, and if he drinks cold water, he will stuff between his teeth." Hey, how do you stand in the place, so many directions don't stand, but stand behind the county lord. ”

"Shen Shangshu's daughter, she dared to teach this king a lesson, this courage compared to your father, it made this king a little surprised." The deep voice floated with a faint sense of slaughter.

This king calls himself?

Could it be that this person is the prince Ning in the man's mouth?

Su Mingyu's eyes flashed, and he suddenly looked up curiously.

This glance actually made her take a step back and take a sharp breath of cold air.

The young man in front of him was about sixteen years old, but he didn't have any immature atmosphere.

He stood there, looking at her with a faint expression. Wearing a crescent moon robe, clinging to his slender body, driving like the wind, his face is beautiful, and his demeanor is outstanding.

The finely carved facial features are three-dimensional and prominent, just like the handsomeness and nobility of the Western aristocracy.

In the morning light, his smooth skin seemed to be coated with a golden halo, becoming a little transparent, a little dazzling, a little blurry.

Under his pair of sharp eyebrows, which were as sharp as a sword, were shocking ice-purple pupils, like natural amethysts, so translucent that there was no trace of impurities.

There, the light condensed, there was no joy or anger, no grievances, only a faint, indifferent indifference that went deep into the bone marrow beyond the world.

It's like an attitude of not paying attention to anything and not caring about anything.

But the thin pursed lips that were pale purple and cyan were clearly pursed with a curvature that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Some contradictory individuals.

After carefully looking at the beautiful young man in front of him, Su Mingyu came to such a conclusion.

The young man looked at Shu Mingyu's open and clear pupils, and looked at her boldly looking at him, which made his heart tremble slightly.

No one has ever dared to look at him with such eyes, no timidity, no contempt, appreciation, bewilderment, and even more uprightness.

Who is she?

Raising his hand as fast as lightning, his hand firmly clasped her chin, and he stared at her clear eyes without a hint of fear.

"Who are you? You can't be Shen Jiahui, say, who are you? ”

There's something wrong with this guy, he dares to be so rude to her, if she hadn't brought any medicine with her, she would have poisoned him a long time ago, enough for him to die seven or eight times.

Shu Mingyu glared at him fiercely, and reached out to grab the young man's hand.

"Hey, if you want to inquire about other people's ancestors for eight generations, you have to at least talk about a courtesy. To tell you honestly, that's right, I'm not Shen Jiahui, my aunt and grandmother I am Su Mingyu. ”

Dream of Mingyu?

The young man's eyebrows moved slightly, and he stared at her hand tightly.

There, his hand, was so tightly grasped by her. Isn't she afraid?

Su Mingyu looked at him differently, and looked at his hand frequently.

Her face turned red at the moment, and she was almost rude.

This man and woman are not kissed, and her action just now really felt as if she had eaten his tofu.

At that moment, she hurriedly withdrew her hand and coughed dryly.

Uh-huh-hmm-

to relieve yourself of an embarrassing situation.

When the young man saw the empty hand, he was stunned for a while, and his heart was a little difficult to accept.

Suddenly, along with the wind, his expression returned to coldness.

"You said your name is Shu Mingyu, then, you are on the sedan chair for Miss Shen, haven't you heard the rumors? Have you really never thought about your own situation at all, and are not afraid of marrying this king at all? ”

The light of the forced gaze flashed with a snowy blade.

Fear?

A flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, thinking of the Nanmu coffin outside the door, Su Mingyu looked startled, and she stared at the beautiful young man in front of her in disbelief.

Did he want to take his own hands on it?

Her hand couldn't help but touch her smooth neck, and her body trembled.

This scene fell in the purple eyes of the beautiful young man, and the streamer shook slightly.

Suddenly, it was as cold and alienated as ice water—

"I'm scared now, isn't it too late?"

He meant, he meant, it wouldn't be, he was really going to kill her.

Su Mingyu swallowed her saliva with difficulty, she couldn't believe that the peerless young man in front of her would click herself in broad daylight.

"You, you, you, don't come here. I am Su Mingyu, and I am the emperor's own county lord. My father is a famous war king, if you dare to do anything to me, my father will definitely not let you go. ”

"Also, this girl's martial arts skills are good, and her poison skills are even better. No matter how you say it, you won't sit still. You, if you want to kill me, it depends on whether you have the ability to do it, come, even if you let the horse come, I'm still afraid that you won't succeed. ”

I don't know if it's because there is no poison with her, Su Mingyu is obviously a little weak when she puts out the cruel words.

Kill her?

The beautiful young man's sword eyebrows swept slightly, as if confused.

"Why did this king say that he was going to kill you?"

Don't kill her? Then why is his tone so bad, and what does it mean to prepare that coffin for her.

Shu Mingyu made it clear that he didn't believe him.

She pointed to the evidence that was still in the room—the fine Nanmu coffin.

"No, the coffin is still here."

The beautiful young man's gaze drifted faintly, and suddenly retracted, and the purple pupils were slightly shocked.

"So what you just meant—"

"What did you mean just now, what you mean now, let me tell you, Lang Lang Qiankun, there is a royal law in this world. I advise you to hurry up and rein in the horse, turn back to the shore, don't wait until you hit the south wall to regret it, at that time the facts have been achieved, I'm afraid you will have to pay for my life. ”

Shu Mingyu attacked with psychological tactics, and she didn't believe that he really dared to do that.

What's more, her father is the dignified war king Su Chen.

Hadn't he heard of her father's prestige?

Or, is this the Kingdom of Nanzhao?

After all, there is no King Ning in this dynasty.

Su Mingyu felt that this matter had to be asked clearly.

It's just that before she could ask clearly, the other party had already spoken.

"Oh? What if the king says, "This king would rather give you his life?" ”

The corners of his mouth hooked, and the lines of his face softened completely.

"What did you say? There's nothing wrong with your head, you're so decent, why are you thinking about killing someone? You have to think twice, it's not a good thing to pay for your life. I look at you, you should be a pretty smart person, you definitely wouldn't be stupid to that point, you say, right? ”

The muscles on Su Mingyu's face were about to stiffen from her laughter.

Why doesn't this beautiful boy's head look like it, and how nice it would be if he looked like a pure angel.

"What are you thinking?"

When Su Mingyu was drooling and fantasizing about the beautiful scene of the angel boy, the beautiful boy had unconsciously forced Shu Mingyu into the corner,

"Uh-you, when did you get so close to me?" She began to stutter as she spoke.

At this time, it's no wonder that she doesn't stutter.

His beautiful face was close at hand, and his warm breath and delicate pores could make her count clearly.

Such beauty, so beautiful that the heart can't stand the load, bang -

Oh my God, how could he use a beautiful man's trick to deal with her at this time, despicable, shameful, Su Mingyu painfully felt a hot current rushing out of his nose.

Shame on you.

The nosebleed was like an injection, and suddenly it splashed out and landed on the snow-white clothes of the beautiful young man.

The beautiful young man looked at Su Mingyu like this, he was stunned at first, and then suddenly smiled softly.

This smile makes the sky and the earth change color, the sun shines, and the warmth is like a spring breeze.

Su Mingyu had to admit that this young man had a talent for seduction, but she also had to be annoyed by this guy's rudeness.

She was teased by him!

, her noble self-esteem is dripping blood at the moment.

At that moment, she glared at him fiercely, fiercely, very sharply, very, very sharply.

With the cold light that she considers to be the cruelest and most indifferent in the world, kill him, kill him, kill him!

If her gaze could kill people at this moment, it is estimated that he has been killed by her hundreds of times.

The beautiful young man looked at her eyes, looking at the fire light of the vitality jumping in her clear pupils, he should have punished her for disrespect, but he didn't know why he tolerated her.

indulged her presumptuousness, and the smile on his face became brighter and brighter.

Seeing that his poisonous eyes and murderous aura had no effect on him at all, Shu Mingyu couldn't help but be annoyed and angry.

"Don't laugh, you swallow it back for the county lord."

"What if this king says no-" The beautiful young man's purple eyes flashed, and the corners of his mouth hooked a faint arc.

"That, that-" Shu Mingyu's eyes rolled rapidly, and he suddenly smiled sweetly: "Of course you continue to laugh, continue to laugh, laugh, laugh-"

It's very doggy, Su Mingyu smiled flatteringly, and then took advantage of the moment when the beautiful young man didn't pay attention, and ran away.

It was the first time she had the desire to run faster than a rabbit, and she ran so fast that she felt like she had never run so hard in her life.

Suddenly, out of the blue.

Brush –

It was the sword, the bright light of the snow, that pierced her eyes and blocked her way.

By the time she could react, a glittering sword was resting on her neck.

The person who came, about eighteen or nineteen years old, was dressed in black and had black hair, and his expression was hidden in the flying black hair, and he couldn't see it clearly.

But the murderous aura he exuded was definitely enough to make her stiff.

They were in a stalemate, he didn't move his sword, he didn't look at her, he just calmly held his sword, and it didn't flash for a moment.

This cold-faced guy, the sword has no eyes, she can't move, I'm afraid that if she makes a move, it is estimated that the veins in her neck will be cut by him, a cold guy.

So she had to endure the stiff pain and didn't dare to move at all.

But this position is really painful, very painful.

Just when she was about to lose her suppressed murderous aura, a low voice came from behind her.

"Dragon City!"

With a sound of brushing the ground, the sword light flickered in front of Shu Mingyu's eyes, and the long sword entered the sheath. Long Cheng coldly stepped aside, accompanying the beautiful young man.