Even if he was used as a stand-in, he never insulted him, and he never experienced those nightmarish things again. The woman gave him respect from the outside world and gave him good food. He didn't have to please anyone except to please one person.
Compared with before, he is living now, completely in heaven.
Pursing his lips, he gave up waiting and was about to leave. Suddenly, he heard footsteps passing through the rain curtain and into his ears.
Hearing the sound, raising his eyes, a person walked slowly from the rain curtain, the snow-colored collared robe, and the dark lines floating on the cloth made him walk around, as if there were water waves flowing, floating out of dust. They are indeed similar, but after seeing each other, Xun Burn unnaturally lowered their heads.
It's hard to paint the skin, it's nothing more than that.
At first glance, the man's facial features are not very stunning, but his outline is clear, his eyes are cold, and his back is straight. His temperament carries his unique pride. Even as a prisoner, he never feared anyone.
His life experience, his cultivation base, and his abilities are all enough to make him respectable. If he was willing, even that woman would secretly promise him.
It turns out that this is the gap.
Seeking to be ashamed, he lowered his head and turned his body sideways.
The more Fusang was holding the oil-paper umbrella, and he walked slowly to him. The moment he passed by, he faintly uttered a word, "Don't fall in love with Yin Manshu." The voice is low and elegant, like a good silk, brushing from the surface. After that, Xun Ran was stunned for a moment, then raised his head in amazement. The man was already holding his umbrella and walking away.
His back is straight, and the pattering rain curtain can't conceal his dusty temperament. In the distance, clusters of verdant bamboos rustled with the wind. And he seems to be the incarnation of those bamboos.
What does he mean? Is it a warning? Or is it—
Xun Ran's hands tightened and loosened, he stayed there for a long time, as if venting his strength, those inexplicable hatreds disappeared in the moist air with this light rain. Quietly, just like him, he has always had no sense of existence.
"Young Master Xunran, it turns out that you are here, and the leader also asked where you went today. It's raining. Go in!"
In a daze, a calm and soft female voice sounded behind him, an oil-paper umbrella was raised above his head, looking back, looking up along the porcelain white slender wrist, she saw the woman's face is peaceful, her black and white eyes are clear and clear. , As if she could see her heart at a glance.
She was also very loyal to the woman.
For some reason, looking at her eyes, the apex of her heart jumped, and a feeling of inexplicable inexplicability filled the bottom of my heart.
Jing Si was uncomfortable looking at him, turned his head away from his sight, and urged softly: "Young Master Xunran, go in quickly, the rain is getting heavier."
The patter of light rain gradually turned to the pouring rain, and I nodded slightly, "Okay."
While the woman in front of him was shocked, he easily took the umbrella in her hand and said, "I'll hold it. How can I let Girl Jingsi hold the umbrella for me, let's go."
Jing Si blushed when he said this, and when he bowed his head and walked with him into the rain curtain, he suddenly felt that Young Master Xunran seemed to be different. seem-
The previously suppressed cowardice and fear disappeared in an instant.
As soon as he entered the main hall, he was instructed by Su Kui to move out of the main hall and live in the hall on the right.