Reflected in the pale moonlight, the shadows of the trees whirled like ghosts.
There was a low, hoarse laughter from the dim carriage, revealing endless evil. His pale face became more feminine in the moonlight, and his red lips looked like a vampire.
"Heh, Dong Huang?"
He played with his hat and wore a very feminine ring on his well-knotted fingers. Because he was too young, he could only stay on his tail finger, which was a red gem carved with mithril. And with the appearance of the petals carved by mithril, Ruan Siling's body was completely stiff at a glance.
That flower is the pattern that appeared on the chest of dozens of women after they died!
"Who are you?!" Ruan Siling almost broke his mouth and realized that his voice was hoarse, like a broken bellows.
The body was shaking like chaff, she finally realized that although this person had the same face as Dong Huang, the temperament of the whole body was completely opposite.
Ruan Siling didn't know why he could look at the opponent so clearly under such circumstances. I prayed in my heart that Su Kui could find her late and come out to look for her.
She really didn't want to be discovered the next morning, dead in a miserable state, and a corpse in the wilderness.
"Me?" He habitually rubbed the jewels on the ring, with a gentle trace of his eyes, "It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is, baby, I have one thing. I want you to help me finish it. Okay. ?"
His delicate facial features were flawless under the moonlight, and his deep and warm eyes looked straight into Ruan Siling's eyes, as if a pool of clear spring water made people indulge in it, unable to extricate themselves.
Ruan Siling felt that his eyes were magical. He wanted to struggle, but found that his body seemed like he didn't belong to him, and he couldn't move at all.
"Uh-no, don't-"
A drop of tears slipped from the corner of her eyes, and she shook her head, "Please, let me go..."
Cold fingers, without the slightest temperature, stroked her cheeks without warning, with extreme warmth. "Hey, why are you crying? Am I terrible?" He turned his eyes sideways, his pupils like jade.
The whole figure is like a jade-carved doll, delicate, pale and without emotion.
Ruan Siling was shaking violently under his hands, "No, no, please..." Because she was too scared, she even lost her voice for a while. In the staring eyes, tears fell uncontrollably.
She once thought that she would die here.
Hot tears hit the man's hand, and he was suddenly stunned.
"Hot?"
It was just a moment of hesitation, Ruan Siling suddenly felt the shackles on his body disappear. The door behind the car was opened, and a faint woman's voice sounded, "Sorry, this gentleman, the children at home are playful, just send it here, and we will go the rest of the way."
Ruan Siling's legs were limp, and the feeling of the rest of her life caused her tears to flow more violently than before.
"Sister Lin, Lin..." She clutched the woman's hand tightly, not daring to let go.
She was afraid that this was just an illusion before her death, as if the woman was gone as soon as she let go.
"Oh? Here comes another nosy person, eh?"
The woman looked weak and weak, but she was actually very strong. She pulled Ruan Siling out with one hand and supported it with one hand.
When his eyes fell on the man, he was slightly stunned, "You—"
Almost, she thought that this man was Dong Huang.