Chapter 1378

From time to time, he looks back and chuckles. From time to time, he looks down and raises his hands lightly. He gives a charming and moving look to the people in the main seat.

However, the woman on the main seat lies on the soft collapse, with one hand supporting her cheek, holding the porcelain white wine bottle with one hand, and pouring it towards the red lips. Some liquor flows down the corner of her lips and soaks the clothes on her chest. She wore light and thin clothes, soaked by water stains, white skin loomed under the red yarn, and then a kind of invisible charm came out.

Charm into the bone Yan three points, her Yan, is inadvertently, from the bones of the outflow.

It's far beyond the men in the hall.

The more Fusang came in, he saw this scene again. It was full of wine and flesh, full of teasing and hints. His cold eyebrows did not move, his eyes were always on the ground, and he did not look at those people, including the one above the main seat.

When Su Kui arrived, he finally put down the wine bottle and sat up straight. Slowly, he hooked his fingers to the jade man at the door and said in a delicate and low voice, "Fusang, come to me." Her voice line is very special, speaking, as if there is an invisible little brush, gently stirred people's hearts.

The men in the main hall heard the words and looked into yuefusang's eyes, showing a trace of jealousy. They are obsessed with looking at the woman in the Lord's seat, hoping to get a little pity from her, even if they can get a little closer, a kiss of Fangze, is death, and they have achieved what they want.

But -

no matter who she is, she has never made an exception. She has entered her bedroom and her eyes that fascinate all living beings. Does she have a heart? Sometimes, everyone can't help but ask at the bottom of their hearts.

The answer did not work, but now, there is a man, but an exception, she agreed to let him go to her side.

This is an honor that none of them has ever received.

However, the more Fusang heard the words, the more disgusted he frowned. His brow color was like fog, though visible, it was not strong. Just like his appearance, gentle and harmless, like a beautiful landscape painting. It's as light as the wind and unpredictable.

His pale lips were tight and silent.

The attendant who brought him saw this, pushed him discontentedly and cursed, "what are you doing? The religious master asked you to go there, to give you a face, don't you go? "

Duan Ziyin, standing on her side, took half a step, but stopped in time.

Su Kui's eyes flashed casually from her, and then put them on Yue Fusang's body. Yuefusang was pushed by him and almost didn't fall down. He was no longer the high young palace leader. In the dark room of the cult of Luo, his tortured cheeks were deeply sunk. He was wearing a blue wide sleeved long shirt and a little dust. But this does not affect his appearance and temperament.

Some people, his temperament, is revealed from the bones, not by appearance and clothing packaging.

It can be said that Yue Fusang is such a person. It's no wonder that Duan Ziyin is the only one who wants revenge for Manjusri's death. He still hopes to get his heart.

With the red lips hooked, the cold light of the blood eyes passed by, and people didn't even see how she did it. The servant who started pushing and shoving yuefusang had been swept up by a strong wind, flew out of the hall, smashed on the stone wall, and vomited blood.

Look at his gray face. Maybe his internal organs have been shattered.