Wu Mingsheng was irritable for no reason, maintaining his arrogance, staring at the falling moon, perfunctory: "Okay, I know, you can go." ”

Falling leaves had no bottom in his heart, and just wanted to speak, Wu Mingsheng twisted his eyebrows, "What, do you want to stay in the Guogong Mansion?" ”

Luoyue hurriedly left with the palace people.

Wu Mingsheng looked at the ten mahogany boxes in the room, "Xiaoqing, go and bring a letter to my mother and ask her to come back early." ”

"Yes, Childe."

Wu Mingsheng waved away the palace people in the room and sighed, not understanding what these things meant.

Wu Mingsheng didn't think about it, smiled and hugged the jewelry in the box and smiled, "The Yueji girl in Huayuelou likes pearls, and the Qingliu girl likes Jinchai, hehe......"

The night is spread out and dotted with stars.

"Get out."

Yici draped the thin shirt on his body, revealing most of the snow skin as white as congealed cream, and his smile was demonic, not sultry but self-provoking.

The sun is not as dazzling as her.

"Now I'm your boyfriend." Song Qianjue chuckled, her stunning eyebrows and eyes were clear, and her white clothes were fluttering.

Warm.

Confusing.

"You are not needed here."

Yici didn't get used to him and refused mercilessly.

"You don't want to ......"

Song Qianjue raised his hand and put his hand on Yici's shoulder, and threw down the thin shirt on her shoulder, revealing her round and delicate shoulders, and her fairy-like face appeared like a demonic sin.

"He said, let me serve you well, lest you don't need him in the next world."

Grievance.

But he was full of smiles.

Yici pulled the thin shirt up with an expressionless face, sorted out the clothes, and retorted without being salty or light.

"No, it won't."

Her brother just agreed.

"Don't worry, I'm one with him, and so will he be, so don't you need to worry."

Yici: "......"

Can't the mind be cleaner?

It's as if she's a scumbag and has a bunch of men.

Yici raised her eyelids, and when she was about to refuse, she caught a glimpse of the shyness in Song Qianjue's eyes, and suddenly became playful.

"In that case—"

Before Yici's words fell, her lips were choked, and when she was about to retreat, her legs were weak and fell into Song Qianjue's arms.

Song Qianjue's face burned a thin red, "He said you'd like it......"

“…… Get out. ”

Yi Ci retracted his expression, and the charm that suddenly rose fell in an instant, and after finishing speaking, he turned around and stopped looking at Song Qianjue.

After a quiet sound of footsteps, there was no movement in the hall.

Yici turned around, there was no one else in the hall, the bright palace lamps were burning, illuminating the hall extremely brightly, the rosewood tables and chairs exuded a faint Zen incense, helping people to calm the nerves, the most precious and rare treasures in the world were in her palace, but they were extremely deserted.

Ground——

Yi Ci's eyes lifted, and he looked towards the outer hall, and a dagger suddenly appeared in his hand.

The footsteps became clearer and more steady.

Yici frowned, listening to the footsteps, not like an assassin, despite her suspicions, she still clenched the dagger and did not let her guard down.

In order to make her admit defeat, Tiandao continued to give other countries opportunities, and the world became more and more chaotic.

She was also assassinated more and more.

"He told you that you are prone to crankiness at night, and you usually need to make you a bowl of sweet soup." Song Qianjue's tone was extremely natural, and he walked towards Yici, "I have his cooking skills, you can rest assured." ”

Yi Ci walked to the table, put the dagger on the table generously, and raised his eyes to observe Song Qianjue's subtle expression.

It's a pity -

Nothing.

"Are you watching if I'm betraying you or afraid of you?" Song Qianjue sat beside Yi Ci like a nobody, his breath was warm, "Don't worry, I am absolutely loyal to you." ”

Yici sneered, her eyes mocking, "You are like a puppet." ”

It doesn't look like a doppelganger at all.

The doppelganger will have his own thoughts, and he is not completely devoid of selfish desires.

The ontology plays a role in the doppelganger, but it is by no means completely controlled.