She stopped in her tracks, half-closed her eyes, glanced around, and released her perception vigilantly.
Suddenly, her gaze froze.
His gaze fell directly on the purple figure standing under a huge banyan tree not far ahead.
The purple clothes are luxurious, and under the strong wind, the robes flutter, like rolling clouds.
especially…
That face was magnificent and extremely handsome.
Just one glance is enough to make one sink into it.
However, Ye Qingluo took a glance.
The expression on his face revealed a mocking smile that was not a smile.
A biting cold light was reflected in the half-closed eyes.
She restrained her vigilance, put her arms around her chest, and looked at the man playfully.
And the man slowly raised his head to meet her gaze.
The four eyes met.
The peach blossom eyes as deep as a deep pool seem to be filled with a pool of spring water.
Ye Yanhong's thin lips lifted up.
With a hint of evil charm.
He just stood on the branch, holding out a hand to her.
The voice is deep and gorgeous, sexy and tight: "Xiao Luoer, come here."
Ye Qingluo's pupils shrank slightly.
The frivolous smile on the corner of his mouth grew stronger.
She raised her eyebrows and just looked at him with a smile.
The two sides looked at each other for a long time.
The man withdrew his hand and smiled helplessly: "Sure enough, I still can't lie to you."
Ye Qingluo snorted lightly.
The man's sleeves fluttered, and he flew down from the tree and landed in front of Ye Qingluo.
That face, which was exactly the same as that of Di Moxuan, was reflected in Ye Qingluo's pupils up close.
"You like impersonating Ah Xuan so much?" Ye Qingluo smiled.
The man lowered his eyes and looked deeply at the girl in front of him. There was warmth in his brows and eyes.
The look in his eyes made her very uncomfortable.
Such a look.
There's really something... The way Di Moxuan looked at her.
Just when Ye Qingluo's smile froze, and he was about to open his mouth to stop this look.
I heard the man next to my ear, with a low and hoarse voice: "If I can get your affection, I really want to pretend to be him and keep pretending."
Ye Qingluo was stunned by such confession-like words.
This... what the hell is this
Is this man pretending to be Emperor Moxuan confessing to her
What kind of god development is this
Ye Qingluo was dumbfounded.
Seeing her stunned expression, the man couldn't help laughing: "He really didn't tell you my identity."
That he must be referring to Di Moxuan.
"Who are you?" Ye Qing took a step back.
The man's low and deep laughter was very magnetic.
It was the same voice as Di Moxuan.
But it feels completely different.
The man no longer imitated Di Moxuan's expression and posture.
He slowly stretched out his hand towards Ye Qingluo, his broad and slender palm was about to land on Ye Qingluo's cheek.
But Ye Qingluo turned his head away and avoided his hand.
The man just smiled, his brows and eyes were full of tenderness: "He doesn't want you to know my identity, it must be his plan."
Ye Qingluo frowned, feeling more and more familiar with that smile, "Did we... know each other before?"
The man was silent for a moment, then raised a gentle smile.
When looking at Ye Qingluo in his dark eyes, it seemed as if starlight had condensed.
"I'm already very happy that you can ask me that." The man chuckled lightly, his twinkling peach blossom eyes curved into an arc.
With this face exactly the same as Di Moxuan.
But he made a completely different expression from Di Moxuan.
This made Ye Qingluo feel very awkward.
Although, Di Moxuan was extremely gentle when facing her.
However, no matter how gentle Di Moxuan was, he couldn't get rid of the evil and domineering in his bones.