It's what she just saw, the symbol of the world?!

Ha? The real person on a cold night is the "male protagonist?!!

However, it is not over, and dense symbols and words have emerged underneath.

"Your eyes." Before Qingluan could take a closer look, Hanye Zhenren suddenly frowned, and his dark blue magnificent eyes stared at Qingluan's right eye, as if he was a little puzzled and surprised.

He felt it?!

Qingluan was slightly surprised, hurriedly closed her eyes, and returned to her smiling appearance to look at the real person in the cold night, "Master, what's wrong with my eyes?" Is it too beautiful? Actually, I also think my eyes are beautiful~"

The slender fingers hung slightly, but they didn't touch Qingluan.

Like the eyebrows outlined by an ink painting, he looked at the smiling and innocent Qingluan, and his magnificent eyes flashed with different colors.

"Qingluan."

He softly shouted Qingluan's name, and his voice was cold and empty.

Like the lonely and blooming ice lotus on the top of the snow-capped mountain, it is difficult to describe the elegance and emptiness, revealing an incomprehensible elegance.

This is the first time Qingluan has heard this master call her name.

"Master, Qingluan is here." Qingluan smiled and narrowed her eyes, innocent and innocent.

"You're good."

The decoction was placed on the table by him, emitting a faint smoke, and for a while he was in a trance like a beautiful face, and the snow-white and supple fox fur trembled gently, lining the ink hair that he had sprinkled, outlining an elegant and noble landscape ink painting.

But Qingluan was confused, "What? ”

She's fine? What's so good?!

At this time, Qingluan found that there were several thick codexes next to the decoction.

Suddenly, he reached out and touched the codex, "Master, these are for me?" "Well, it's a codex written down by the master when he was practicing." He stood beside Qingluan, the mist dissipated, and his deep and delicate facial features could be faintly seen.

It's like a well-carved jade carving.

"Thank you, Master!" Qingluan picked up the book with joy, smiled with his eyes, and bent it into a crescent moon.

A faint light shined through the paper window, dyeing a little white on her pale little face.

The magnificent dark blue eyes suddenly filled with a hint of dark color.

"Then Master, you are busy first, I'll go to cultivate!" Qingluan held the book and waved his little hand.

Running out of the hall, Qingluan glanced thoughtfully at the door of the hall, and then strode away.

This cold night is really strange, I can't tell where it is, Qingluan always feels that this person seems to be hiding some secrets. Looking at the codex in her arms, Qingluan was a little depressed, this cold night real person said that she was very good, it turned out that she studied hard and went up every day.

Qingluan sighed, forget it, after all, today I already know the "hero" and "protagonist" of this world. also knows that the seed is in the "protagonist", so the task can be regarded as a successful reception!

Walking towards the path in the direction of the inner gate, it was getting dark, and a bright moon hung in the night sky.

The breeze is light and the stream is murmuring.

Under the willow tree, a handsome figure can be faintly seen.

Qingluan's eyes narrowed slightly, tsk, where is this? As soon as this "protagonist" appeared, all the major "supporting roles" rushed over. Thinking about it, Qingluan had already walked over and gradually saw the figure of the man clearly.

The black hair and jade crown, the sword eyebrows flew obliquely into the temples.

The white smoke robe with billowing silver edges, with gold patterns and interlaced jade pendants hanging from the waist, and tassels falling along the robe, seem to be embellished with embroidered patterns. The neat placket, the delicate silver edges, and the slender fingers hold the jade-white feather fan, fanning gently.

I can only see the man's side face, like a master in the world, and like a suave gentleman.

Xu heard Qingluan's footsteps, and the man under the willow tree turned around.

The moonlight sprinkled faintly, deep or shallow outlining the man's perfect and handsome outline, and the obsidian-like deep eyes under the sword eyebrows were dyed with a little fluorescent stars, glowing with sparkling waves.

The bridge of the nose is high and delicate, the lips are thin and moderate, and the corners of the mouth are slightly raised, with a beautiful and perfect arc.

Light and translucent, elegant and smoke-like.

"You are?" Qingluan was a little surprised, this person didn't look like an immortal cultivator, but like a sloppy son of a ruined family.