"Oh? Really?" Yue Fusang was obviously lacking in interest in what she said.
Yue Fu Sang himself is a very cold temperament, which is why, although the female sisters in the rivers and lakes have admired him for a long time, no one dares to confess. It's all because he looks too cold, like a flower of Gaoling, you can only look at it from a distance, not to play with it.
But he has such a unique charm, constantly attracting women to fall in love with him like moths to the fire, but he never gives alms.
Duan Ziyin doesn't understand this, but what she is doing right now is exactly the same as those female nuns.
"Yes!" Duan Ziyin mustered up the courage, fixedly looking at his back, and said: "Yue Gongzi is involuntarily involuntarily, I have seen it all these days, that demon girl has always been cold-blooded and cruel, as long as Yue Gongzi is not If you surrender to her, she will continue to torture you in every way, son Yue, are you really willing to stay in this Yinluo religion, like a bird in a cage, unable to get out?"
She spoke word by word, sonorous and strong, her body stretched tight, and her eyes were full of resentment towards Yin Manshu.
For some reason, Yue Fusang picked up his heart when he heard these words. In addition to being poked at the center of the matter, there was also a trace of undetectable discomfort.
He was silent for a long time, and his hands behind him slowly tightened.
It is undeniable that for Duan Ziyin's words, somewhere in his heart began to loosen.
How could you really want to be treated like a bird, tied your hands and feet, just to please a woman? He was once the Young Master of the Changqing Palace, the future successor of the Changqing Palace, and the object of admiration and worship by countless disciples.
It's not so much a cold temperament, it's better to say that there are few things in this world that can enter his eyes.
How can you get into your heart if you can't even get into your eyes? Therefore, outsiders only see his cold side that is thousands of miles away, but no one has the opportunity to see the cold side of his bones that is completely opposite to his appearance.
My mind kept flashing through the hall, and the beautiful woman frivolously called a man who looked like him to her side with a smile. He kept tightening his hands, spoke slowly, and opened his thin lips slightly, "What do you want?"
In the world, there has never been a pie that falls in vain. Especially Duan Ziyin, leaving his current position as a guardian of the Left Law not to do it, committing a risk with his own body, like walking on the edge of a cliff, telling him this, there must be another plan.
Hearing this, Duan Ziyin's dark eyes contained layers of dark light. She took a deep breath and said, "I want to destroy the Yinluo religion."
"It's just that?" The sleeves of the man in Tsing Yi were rolled up by the breeze, his cold and long phoenix eyes drooped, his slender lead gray eyelashes quivered gently with the wind, and his thin lips spit out such a sentence.
With a careless attitude, Duan Ziyin felt suffocated for no reason.
She was silent for a moment, "And because of Manshu's fate—"
The more Fusang slowly turned around, with pale plumb-grey eyes, looking straight into Duan Ziyin's eyes. His skin was pale, and the contours of his facial features were very soft in the warm sunlight. Duan Ziyin felt a layer of coldness coming out of her body, and her arms were covered with cold particles.
The cold scent of Moxiang and Songzhu blended into the nasal cavity. Duan Ziyin's heart trembled slightly. Suddenly, she raised her head suddenly and met Yue Fusang's Lingran gaze. You cooperate and help you escape."