Luo Qingchen was stunned, and before she could fully react, her left hand was firmly held by Murong Ming.
Waves of cold air emanated from his whole body, and the haze in his eyes seemed to freeze everyone around him in the next second.
There was something strange and terrifying in the coldness, and a pair of blue eyes were half-squinted, looking at Murong Hanxuan dangerously.
"You... who are you?" Murong Hanxuan shook his head vigorously, and shouted in a panic: "Come... get someone..."
"Ka-" Murong Ming's eyes narrowed, and the dark blue light followed the palm of his hand, and knocked hard on Murong Hanxuan's neck.
The next second, Murong Hanxuan fell to the ground.
The whole process happened in just three seconds. Before Luo Qingchen could react, she was pulled by Murong Ming and left the imperial study room.
The night was cold and windy, but the sky was still gray, with a strange red light.
Seeing his unnatural look, she pursed her lips and chuckled, "Why are you here, worried about me?"
In fact, in the past, when she asked such teasing words, she was always confident that the other person would fall under her pleated skirt, and her favorability level would gradually increase.
But this time, she was a little unsure.
His heart was beating loudly, and he looked at Murong Ming with clear eyes with a hint of news on his lips.
Wait, wait for an answer.
For a long time, there was no sound. He slowly let go of her hand, and his tone returned to the light laziness: "Xue'er put something in the sandalwood, I came to take a look."
"What are you looking at?" At this moment, she suddenly felt that the so-called things in the sandalwood were not important at all.
The important thing is why he came here, to worry about her, or to see the enemy's embarrassment and enjoy the excitement.
Murong Ming was slightly stunned, as if he didn't expect that she would ask such a question.
It took a long time, until the cold wind blew and the petals of the hibiscus flower fell on her hair, that she finally heard his answer.
"you."
Suddenly, I felt that in this strange scene, this conversation seemed a bit quiet.
I can't understand what the man in front of me is thinking, and I can't understand what kind of heart he has underneath his lazy appearance.
"Tick tock, tick tock -" the sound of two clear drops of water broke the silence.
The glazed crystal in Murong Ming's arms shone with a faint blue light, formed by four drops of sincere tears.
"It seems that the story of the Taoist nun, the eminent monk, the princess and the general has come to an end." Luo Qingchen looked at the glazed crystal with a hint of coolness in her eyes.
I always feel that the starting point is it, and the end point... will also be it.
"Well, the only thing missing is Lou'er." Murong Ming nodded, and the hand holding the glass crystal trembled slightly.
"Lou'er..." Luo Qingchen blinked and said, "Is it the story about the **woman who was an entertainer and the male ghost?"
To be honest, in these five stories. What she loved the most was Lou'er's story, because she always felt that the answer would be surprising.
Why is it that a woman who kills her fiancée who abandons a male ghost is still scolded by the male ghost
Probably, she already has an answer in her heart!
"Yes." He raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a faint smile on his lips: "So when are you going to give me your tears?"
Luo Qingchen shrugged, rolled her eyes at him and said, "If you really need it, how about I squeeze a few drops out for you?"
"Only sincere tears will follow the path of the underworld and gather into the glazed crystal." Murong Ming looked into her eyes and asked with a slight exploration: "You have never had a heart-beating person. Trapped by love?" (To be continued)