His eyes were cold, and the next second, he quickly pushed the person out with his hands.
Su Kui had noticed it a long time ago. At the moment he acted, he had already avoided sideways, leaned on the door, and looked back frivolously at his faint eyes.
"Are you angry? Why? I have done so, can't you show me a little expression? Huh?" Her gaze turned, her face had changed a little.
"Yin Manshu, you are not qualified enough to make me angry!"
The anger was only raised for a moment, and soon, under the repeated and repeated provocation of the woman, it quickly disappeared. The more Fusang knew that this woman, she just wanted to embarrass herself. If you are really angry, then it will suit her.
The man's face is elegant and elegant, his eyes are as gentle as jade from beginning to end, without any bit of jealousy in it. The lead-gray slender eyelashes droop lightly, and the jet black hair and pupils are as stained as ink.
And in his eyes, from beginning to end, there is no existence of himself.
Su Kui's eyes were cold and sharp. She was silent for a long while, seeming to be an understatement, and she seemed to be hiding something in her words, and asked, "The more you Fusang, I'll give you a chance. Now, kneel and surrender, I will forgive you!"
Duan Ziyin secretly said bad things, because of Manshu, she was angry!
I saw that her already blood-red eyes gradually rose to a dark color, becoming more and more gloomy and full of hostility. The red dress wins the fire, with long hair without wind, the male pets in the hall, aware of the crisis, glanced at each other, and hid in the corner one after another, with fear in their eyes.
Yinluo Temple was built on a cliff, surrounded by dense forests and complex mountains. Even if the weather is high noon at this moment, it is still as cold as an underworld, and I can't feel a little bit of sun.
The more Fusang heard the sound, finally had some reaction, in Su Kui's thoughts, slowly opened his eyes, those cold eyes were empty. Ignoring her, he opened his lips, his plain and cold voice was calm and calm, but it was filled with endless sarcasm, "You, dreaming--"
Her heart was smashed to pieces in an instant, she was proud and reckless all her life, except that she fell in the hands of a man once when she was young. After years, no one really dared to regard her as nothing!
She didn't get angry and smiled, her beautiful eyebrows opened, like a mandala full of sex but could take human life unconsciously. At this moment, her eyes were already sinking and could not penetrate the slightest light, "Okay, very good! You deserve to be the Young Palace Master of the Changqing Palace, with backbone!" She chuckled her palms, then lowered her face quickly, and whispered. Drinking coldly, he ordered: "Come here, get my whip!"
Jing Si's heart sank and looked at Su Kui worriedly. Hearing this, his eyes fell on the table next to the main seat, his legs moved forward, and he stepped forward to hold the whip.
Just when she was about to pick it up and give it to Su Kui, her hands pressed the whip tightly.
Jing Si suddenly raised her head and stared at a pair of sharp, icy eyes with no emotion. She shuddered, but she pressed her lips tightly and refused to let go, "Left guardian, dare to ask you what this means?!"
Although she was a handmaid, that was the only person around her master who could talk. Even if her status is not as good as her, but the master's command, even if she died, she will do it!
Duan Ziyin has become a traitor with a dark ghost in her heart, waiting for an opportunity to hurt her master. Therefore, speaking, there is no way of being polite.
Su Kui waited for a long while, hearing Jing Si's words, turned her head, and happened to see Duan Ziyin pressing the whip, refusing to give Jing Si.