Lan Nightmare walked slowly into the palace, his clothes fluttering, like white butterflies, and a perfect arc was drawn in mid-air.

The eyes are not salty and not indifferent, looking at the woman on the lotus seat, her hair is slightly messy, her beautiful eyes are indifferent, her cherry lips are lightly pursed, her breath is slightly panting, her clothes are disheveled, and her beautiful face is still red.

When the woman saw Lan Nightmare, she was obviously quiet for a while, but her frightened eyes and clenched hands revealed her nervousness and forced her composure.

Well, since I knew that this day would come, what was so terrible, but... Master, the woman closed her eyes in a little pain and uneasiness, I have not been able to fulfill your wish after all. I'm sorry, even if you blame me, I don't want to see you like that again...

Lan Nightmare glanced at it indifferently, not stopping for half a minute, as if looking at a beautiful woman would dirty her eyes, although she looked at the woman, there was no trace of her in her eyes.

Indifferent lips, it seems that except for that person, he will always be so breezy and light, ethereal like a floating cloud on the horizon, which will drift away at any time, and his cold voice is like a cold spring water, slowly falling from the top of the mountain: "Explain." ”

Words are like gold, and only in the face of that person will he have more words.

The woman hooked the corners of her lips with some bitterness, she was just helping her master fulfill her wishes, why was it so difficult. The man in front of him, as always, is alienated and indifferent, in the whole world, the only person who can be forced to come here is her, what a great honor, can the person who escapes the world in the Nine Heavens ask in person, for the master?

Sure enough, as long as the master is involved, it cannot be reasoned with common sense.

The woman sighed, the expression on her face numb, as if she had done it thousands of times: "I promised the master not to tell anyone." ”

There was no trace of waves on Lan Nightmare's plain face, and Yun Danfeng said lightly: "Benjun has already found Dye'er. At the mention of this name, Lan Mengwei's face involuntarily became more tender, and his words softened a little

Chapter 9 of "Snow to the Dead": Life is like an elegy is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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