The surrounding air seemed to freeze for a moment due to the arrival of this person. Ren Qingci felt the boy in her arms trembling all over due to the appearance of this voice. Even her own blood seemed to suddenly freeze due to these two words. The beautiful cold memory in her memory
The violent young man was right in front of her now, and the coldness was even worse than before. She actually found it difficult to even raise her head.
Upon hearing this, the gold and jade Rakshasa turned around and kowtowed: "Greetings, Young Master."
Even Bu Nanxiao had to bow slightly: "Young Master"
Ren Qingci pressed the little boy's head and leaned down.
Xiu Jiyin did not look at the others and only snorted coldly at Bu Nanxiao: "Master Bu, you are so brave just now."
Bu Nanxiao did not raise his head: "Master, please calm down. It's just that when you see this child, you will inevitably feel compassion..."
Xiu Jiyin interrupted with a cold voice: "What a joke! Compassion? The leader of the Rakshasa Hall actually said these four words. Did I hear it wrong, or did you say it wrong?"
Bu Nanxiao didn't answer again. No one can argue after the young master said these words. The young master can't be wrong. The only one who is wrong is him.
The young master called: "Here comes"
Shura guards came out: "Here!"
"Since Hall Master Bu can't bear him going to Huangquan Road, let's help them."
"Please give me your instructions, Master"
"Here, peel"
Ren Qingci was startled when she heard the words, and finally looked up at the stunning man - with long cold blue hair and eyes as deep as the dark night. There was a sneer on his lips, and he looked back at her lightly, with no warmth in his eyes.
When we first met the ghost boy on the mountain of corpses, the two such cruel words "skinned" were blurted out so easily, as if it was a matter of course.
The Shura guards came to snatch her, but Ren Qingci grabbed the boy's clothes and refused to let go. Bu Nanxiao patted her shoulder helplessly. No one could disobey the young master's order, but she refused to let him go. The little boy cried in her arms.
, whispering "Help me, please help me..." She could only tighten her hands again and again to protect the trembling little body.
Bu Nanxiao advised her: "Celadon let go." To him, her life was far more important than this unrelated child.
But she didn't let go, because in her heart, he was herself, the childhood Ren Qingci
Only she can understand how panicked he is at this moment
Only then did Xiu Jiyin notice the woman who dared to resist him. At a certain moment, he seemed to see the bright moon and asked: "Who are you? You are so ignorant of life and death, do you want to die with this child?"