This whistling sound is melodious, pleasant, charming, and graceful. Before she knew it, Le Yaoyao became obsessed with listening to it.
It seemed that following the whistling sound, she gradually entered the world woven by the flute player. Even the whistling sound stopped at some point, and she was still immersed in it and couldn't extricate herself!
Until, the sky full of stars above her head was suddenly blocked by an unsightly darkness, causing Le Yaoyao's beautiful black eyebrows to frown slightly, and a trace of displeasure flashed across her eyes.
Before she could realize what that unsightly black shadow was, she swung her hands viciously towards it consciously.
Originally, she just didn't like that thing covering her eyes, it was purely subconscious.
However, when she heard a 'snap', it seemed as if her hand hit something. His hands were a little numb, but the crisp applause was especially clear in this quiet night.
Finally, Le Yaoyao woke up and realized that what she hit just now was not a thing, but a... person!
people!
Thinking of this, Le Yaoyao's eyes widened, and she quickly stood up from the grass, and immediately apologized to the people beside her. Although she did not mean it just now, but she did hit someone!
Thinking of this, Le Yaoyao opened her red lips and planned to say something.
However, before she could speak, when she saw clearly the appearance of the man standing in front of her, she immediately froze like a bolt from the blue—
She was dressed in a robe as white as snow, with a gold ribbon tied around her waist, which complemented her figure as long as a jade tree, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, a slim figure, narrow buttocks and slightly raised legs, and straight and slender legs.
Undoubtedly, this is a standard model figure that everyone envies!
Looking up along that lean and perfect body, there is a handsome face full of anger between man and god!
A ghostly face, eyebrows flying into the temples, skin like light clouds, under the straight bridge of the nose, matched with a pair of perfectly carved lips like diamonds.
This man was born to charm all living beings.
If it wasn't for his murderous black eyes staring at her tightly at this moment, Le Yaoyao thought, she would have bowed down under his legs long ago.
I saw the man's star-like eyes staring at her fiercely at this moment.
If eyes could kill, I'm afraid she would have been skinned and boned by him, and she would have been beaten to ashes!
Being stared at by the man's icy cold eyes made Le Yaoyao's scalp numb, her whole body trembled, and her eyes were filled with fear.
After all, this man is none other than that frightening, murderous, unpredictable living Yan Luo—Leng Junyu!
"ah… "
Seeing the man in front of her, Le Yaoyao narrowed her eyes and gasped.
The unbelievable, dumbfounded look on his face was like seeing a ghost.
However, if Le Yaoyao said, she is more afraid of seeing ghosts now. After all, this man in front of him kills people like hemp, more frightening than a ghost!
Compared to Le Yaoyao's face full of shock, Leng Junyu's mouth hooked slightly.
It is obviously a pair of very beautiful lips, and it stands to reason that they are very charming and beautiful when they smile.
However, the live Yan Luo is the live Yan Luo, and when he smiles, it is so creepy, and goose bumps are all over the ground.
Moreover, the icy breath emanating from his body made the surrounding temperature drop instantly.
Uh, the aura is too big!
"You are so courageous, you are the first person who dared to bite and beat this king! Tell me, how should this king deal with you!? En?"
The man's voice was very slow and soft, like a gentle exhortation to his lover, but when he heard Le Yaoyao's ear strength, it was like a sharp cold wind blowing in the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month, making her tremble all over.