He sometimes curled his lips back and chuckled, then nodded and leaned over, raised his hands gently, and handed a charming and moving look to the person on the main seat.
However, the woman in the main seat lay on the soft collapse, supporting her cheek with one hand, holding the porcelain white wine bottle boldly with one hand, and pouring it against her red lips. Some liquor ran down the corners of her lips and soaked her chest. Clothing. She wore light and thin, soaked by water, and her snow-white skin was looming under the red gauze, revealing an invisible charm.
The charm is three points into the bone. Her beauty is inadvertently flowing out of the bone.
It is far from the men in those halls can compare.
The more Fusang came in, he saw this scene again, the wine smells hot, full of teasing and hints. His cold eyebrows did not move, his eyes were always looking at the ground, and he did not look at those people again, including the one above the main seat.
Su Kui finally put down the wine bottle and sat up gently. She slowly hooked her fingers towards the long jade man at the door, and said in a charming and low voice: "Fusang, come to me." She The voice is very special, as if there is an invisible small brush while speaking, gently touching the heart.
The men in the hall heard the words and looked at Yue Fusang's eyes, and a touch of jealousy was revealed. They looked at the woman on the main seat obsessively, hoping to get a touch of pity from her, even if they could get a little closer, if they kissed Fangze, they died, and they got their wish.
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No matter who it is, he has never made an exception to enter her bedroom and get into her eyes that fascinates sentient beings. Does she have a heart? Sometimes, everyone can't help but ask a question from the bottom of their hearts.
The answer was inconclusive, but now, a man made an exception and got her permission and asked him to come to her.
This is an honor none of them has ever received.
However, the more Fusang heard the words, his eyebrows were frowned in disgust. His eyebrows were as foggy, though visible, they were not strong. Just like his looks, gentle and harmless, like a beautiful landscape painting. As light as the wind, but also unpredictable.
His pale lips pressed tightly without saying a word.
Upon seeing this, the attendant who had brought him shoved him in dissatisfaction, cursing, "What are you doing stupidly? The leader asked you to pass, is to give you a face, why don't you leave?!"
Seeing this, Duan Ziyin, who was standing beside her, took a half step, but stopped in time.
Su Kui's eyes passed her carelessly, and then placed on Yue Fusang's body. Yue Fu Sang was pushed by him so much that he almost didn't fall. He was no longer the aloft Young Palace Master. In the dark room of Yinluo Sect, his tortured cheeks were sunken, and he wore a blue long-sleeved gown, which was also slightly stained. dust. But this did not affect his appearance and temperament in Chen Chen.
For some people, his temperament is revealed from his bones, not by the packaging of his appearance and clothing.
It can be said that the more Fusang, is such a person. It's no wonder that because Manshu is dead, he is still obsessed with him, and only Duan Ziyin wants revenge. He still hopes to get his heart.
She hooked her red lips, and the bloody eyes passed by with cold light. Everyone didn't even see how she took action. The attendant who pushed and shoved the Fusang had already been picked up by a strong wind, flew out of the hall, and hit the stone heavily. On the wall, spit out a mouthful of blood.
Seeing his pale face, probably, the internal organs have been shattered.