Yue Miqing smiled coldly, and her peerless appearance became illusory on her face.
It became more and more illusory and finally turned into a face without a face at all.
I can only roughly distinguish the nose and mouth.
Her fingernails were as sharp as blades, and with such a gentle touch, Pei Yuange would turn into bones in front of her.
It was a pity.
It was a pity that she originally wanted to keep this man, after all, it would be too troublesome for him to die.
It's just that this man has become suspicious and she can't keep him any longer.
The nails were getting closer to the back of his heart inch by inch.
Just as the blurry Yue Mianqing was about to take action, he heard Pei Yuange's smile, as if helpless and doting: "You can charm any man to death, but...
While I’m still holding you, you can’t think about other men.”
The sharp black nails were retracted instantly The nails turned into round and beautiful nails, and they were smeared with bright red kodan.
Yue Miqing gently hit Pei Yuange's back, hanging on his body like a kitten: "What are you talking about?
How can you miss me?"
"Some other man" Pei Yuange rubbed her hair, the smile on his lips was cold and sharp, but his voice was still as gentle as water: "That's good."
Just now, he had seen with his own eyes the true face of Yue Miqing from the reflection of two mirrors.
She was faceless, as long as sharp nails, and emitted a natural black color.
Even if it's an evil ghost, it's nothing more than this Oh, stunning courtesan Don't know what it is She was just a little bit away from taking action.
Is this the woman who dug out the man's heart and then put the blame on Sheng Luo?
In Pei Yuange's peach blossom eyes, the smile became colder and colder.
Who was behind her in charge?
Equally cold was the secret passage in front of Wenren Qianjue.
She walked in first and tightened her clothes.
Ouyang Junnuo followed her calmly.
Every time you walk for a while, the lights on the secret passage will automatically light up and illuminate the front.
Wenren Qianjue glanced at the lanterns on the wall.
They were all made from palace lanterns, but he didn't know which dynasty they were from.
They were very ancient.
They are all small snake-like sculptures with a candlestick on their heads.
After walking not far, we reached the end.
At the end, there was an intact room with lights on.
The interior is extremely luxurious, very similar to the decoration of Ouyang's family.
If I must say it, the things furnished are very old.
She walked in and found that the four walls of the house were covered with paintings.
It seems like the slate paintings on the Dunhuang walls, or Thangkas, with a simple beauty.
I don’t know how it was preserved, but it hasn’t been corroded at all.
Ouyang Junnuo held an oil lamp, held up the rose gold frame, and walked to her side.
There was always a smile on those lips: "Here is the secret you want to know."
Wenren Qianjue glanced at him, and then focused his attention on the mural.
The colors used on it looked like they were ground up and smeared on some kind of stone.
The blood was real blood, and the scales were real scales.
It was an ancient legendary picture, somewhat similar to what she had seen in the royal secret library.
It tells the story of a dragon, how he turned into a human, how he became a murderer, punished the people who did evil, and finally committed a heinous crime and was destroyed.
At the end of the story, there is only a baby there and nothing else.
Wenren Qianjue's scalp suddenly exploded.
He took another look at the dragon in the painting.
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His cold and cold eyes showed disdain or contempt towards the world, but in fact it was compassion.
She had seen those purple eyes too many times, even if she didn't want to believe it, she still had to believe it Ouyang Junnuo said calmly: "This is a secret that my Ouyang family has kept for generations, a secret that only the head of the Ouyang family can know.
Fortunately, this generation is me.
What's even more fortunate is that I can assist him. " His slender fingers pointed at the last baby: "Regain all your power."
Ouyang Junnuo tilted his head, with a little smile on his face that was getting better and better: "Unfortunately, he met you."
Wenren Qianjue suddenly felt a huge pain in her heart, and she didn't want to hear the next words at all.
But Ouyang Junnuo continued speaking calmly.
There was a bit of compassion in his eyes, but he didn't stop: "Nine sons are born from a dragon, but they all have their own interests.
Prisoner Niu, I have been good at music in my life, and today On the head of Huqin is his portrait: "Yaizu", he was fond of killing, and the golden sword handle is "Dragon Swallowing Mouth", which is his portrait.
Pulao was fond of singing throughout his life, and the animal button on the bell is his legacy.
Suanni was fond of sitting in his life, and the lion on the current Buddha seat is his legacy.
Baxia was fond of carrying heavy loads in his life, and the beast on the monument is the scorpion.
He was fond of litigating throughout his life, and the lion on the prison gate is his portrait today.
He memorized a passage from the book.
Wenren Qianjue also knew this passage.
The dragon gives birth to nine sons, and the nine sons are different.
The second son, Yaju, is prone to killing by nature.
He is Yaizhen In the past, I only said that that man was too much like a god, and no one in the world could compare to his every move.
But now I see Come on, not just a statue, he should be a god How can gods have feelings, let alone why they shouldn’t have feelings?
Then everything would be explained, the scales on his arms, his laziness, his aloofness, and his innate submissive temperament.
And his white hair, his purple eyes, and his extraordinary strength She looked pale and stood firm.
At the end of the story, in order to save the last bit of strength to survive the disaster, he turned into a baby and appeared in the world.
In other words, either you can get all your power back, or you can cause a lot of harm if you show your power rashly.
"I know."
Wenren Qianjue stood there steadily, with sharp eyes like blades: "I want to see him."
Ouyang Junnuo shook his head lightly: "Do you want him to die?
You have seen the current situation on Ye Ye with your own eyes, Qian Jue."
That pervert refused to tell her anything.
How much would she have to bear alone?
Is it powerful to be supported by one person?
Wenren Qianjue raised his eyes and said with unprecedented determination, "I want to see him."
Ouyang Junnuo must have a solution.
Her long hair was half dry and spread behind her head like seaweed, and her water-like face had a thrilling beauty.
Even facing Ouyang Junnuo, he never flinched
"You once said that you don't need to thank you, because everything is a transaction for you.
Help me, you have your own reasons.
Since you are a businessman, everything should have a price.
You are worried about him, I want to see him , no conflict.”
Wenren Qianjue pulled out a small dagger from his waist and instantly cut his own pulse The blood overflowed, and without even blinking, she took a container from the table and continued: "My blood will be useful to him.
How much is enough?
Let me give you a price."
Ouyang Junnuo stood there, behind the lenses, in his cunning fox eyes, for the first time, he felt different about this woman.
She was so cruel.
Blood, drop by drop, fell into the container along her white wrist, and soon it collected half of the bowl.
Neither of them spoke, just silent.
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Finally, Ouyang Junnuo spoke.
His dark eyelashes drooped and covered his eyes.
His expression could not be seen.
He could only hear the modest and gentlemanly voice, announcing the cruelest words: "I want to The price is only the Saha fruit, and the Saha fruit was eaten by you."
My mind went blank.
Wenren Qianjue stood on the spot.
After a moment of silence, she felt that her heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were about to be ripped out.
Her stomach was churning with pain.
She held her bleeding arm and wanted to vomit, but nothing could come out.
She was not a fool.
She tried again and again.
She thought she was wrong in suspicion, but she didn't expect That day in the snowy land, she didn't say she was coming back here.
Baili Suye stuffed a fruit into her mouth with an indifferent face.
She will never forget that cold and fragrant smell.
"I just pulled it out randomly, but I can actually eat it."
At that time, a look of regret appeared on his indifferent expression.
It seemed like the fruit didn't poison her, which was a shame.
But all that is false The female skeleton in the well also attacked her because she smelled the Saha fruit.
In the end, everything turned into Bai Ling's words: "His body is already riddled with holes.
Only the Saha fruit can save him."
"I won't see him anymore."
There was still blood on Wenren Qianjue's arm.
She couldn't care anymore.
She just wanted to leave this place far away, leave the murals on the wall, and escape from the cold and fragrant fruity smell in her mouth. road If she was still hesitant before, she may know now that she cares about that person.
I care more than I thought The way Ouyang Junnuo looked at her, there was a crack in his always gentle and modest appearance.
For some reason, this woman's behavior actually made him feel a little distressed.
He stepped forward to help her, but was suddenly thrown away Wenren Qianjue's eyes swung past him, like a wounded cub that couldn't touch anyone anymore.
There was intense emotion in her razor-sharp eyebrows, which made Ouyang Junnuo feel suddenly uncomfortable.
"I can walk on my own."
Wenren Qianjue's voice was cold and he walked towards the secret passage.
Later, Ouyang Junnuo looked at the half bowl of blood in the container, a different emotion emerged in his beautiful eyes, and said with a wry smile: "Then tell me, did I do something wrong?"
Wen Renqian definitely didn't know how he came out of the secret passage, let alone how he managed to reach the outside of Ouyang Mansion.
She has always been sorry to others, but she has never been sorry to anyone.
It was the first time he was a disaster, but it happened to him.
In the vast darkness of the night, the east was already faintly glowing with fish-belly white.
It was almost dawn, her eyes were wandering in confusion, the blood on her wrists had stopped flowing, and she unknowingly walked to this flower street again.
Perhaps, she should go back to Yanyan Pavilion to take a deep sleep.
"Little brother, can you help me?
My feet are sprained."
A very sweet voice sounded from all around: