The girl who bathed and changed her clothes, her long hair was as black as ink, and even more silky like brocade, messily draped on her back, and the strands hung down on her chest. The girl's skin can be broken by blowing, her face is like the moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the color is like the flower of spring dawn, it has not fully bloomed, and she has the color of the city, and she must be a disaster-like existence in the future. That wisp of body fragrance, faintly transmitted, pervasive, like silk threads, tugging at his heartstrings.

Long Junmo's handsome face is hidden in the night, with a fatal sex appeal. His eyes were as deep as an abyss, and he couldn't peek into the slightest emotion. His expression was solemn, not angry and arrogant, and there was a faint aura of a demon god.

Ye Qingchen was secretly frightened, he had never seen such a Long Junmo before. It's just that, soon, the figure flashed and disappeared in place...

Just gone?

"What's the situation?" How do you feel that Long Junmo seems to be angry, but why is he angry? Isn't she the one who should be angry?

Ye Qingchen pursed his lips, thinking that this man was really uncertain, so he simply covered his head with a quilt, extremely irritable...

Outside the small courtyard, Mo Feijian stood on the courtyard wall, his hands around his chest, the sword in his hand, motionless like a mysterious Praetorian Guard, but he was secretly thinking in his heart, the young master has been in for so long, I don't know if something indescribable has happened inside?

"Three watches in the middle of the night, lonely men and widows, in the same room, tsk... Mo Feijian smiled ambiguously, and his eyes flashed with a bright light.

It's just that when he thinks of being alone, he has to stand guard for his young master's night in the night wind, in contrast, the huge gap, Mo Feijian can't help but feel sad.

He was about to go far away, but out of sight, a familiar figure appeared in front of him.

"Young Master, why are you so fast?" Mo Feijian asked in surprise. According to the young master's ability, what the hell is it in less than a quarter of an hour?

Long Junmo glanced at Mo Feijian coldly, and walked towards the distance, and his figure quickly melted into the night.

Mo Feijian hurriedly followed, but he was wondering in his heart, what is wrong with the young master? It feels very different from the plot he imagined!

Liu Shuyue walked on the wide street, wearing a light gauze dress dancing with the wind, delicate face, closing the moon and shy flowers, like a night elf.

In a few days, it will be the annual experience of Cangzhou Academy, and she, as a senior disciple of the school, will lead the disciples of the school to enter the Thorn Mountain experience together with the school's teaching.

This is nothing, but this time, she has an extremely important thing to do, and that is... Kill Ye Qingchen.

There was a faint killing intent flowing in Liu Shuyue's beautiful eyes, which was quite intimidating in this cold dark night.

Ye Qingchen's talent has seriously threatened the current status of the Liu family. If nothing else, give Ye Qingchen some more time, and she is already destined to become a saint.

The appearance of the sage of the Ye family hundreds of years ago had a profound impact on the Liu family, and it was not until recent years that it completely disappeared. If Ye Qingchen becomes a sage, then the current status of the Liu family will not be guaranteed. As the concubine of the Liu family, it is impossible for her Liu Shuyue to allow such a thing to happen.

Ye Qingchen, he must die!

Thinking like this, Liu Shuyue's hand under her sleeve squeezed heavily.

It's just that deep down, there is also a faint uneasiness in her heart, which makes her extremely irritable, tossing and turning, and having to come out to breathe.

It was the middle of the night, and most of the people had already fallen asleep, and it was empty outside, with few pedestrians in sight, in sharp contrast to the bustle and noise of the day.

At this time, as if a bright light slammed into her eyes, Liu Shuyue suddenly stopped, looking at the figure walking around the corner in front of her.