Chapter 1096: The Encounter of the Old Man in Nangongxuan 6
It was such a smile that made Nangong Xuan lose all his appetite. He took the chopsticks and watched Qin Hua being carried by two maids and disappearing out the door.
After a while, I slowly reached out and picked up some more and ate it. However, the dish that I thought was very good just now was like chewing wax when I ate it.
After eating a few more mouthfuls, I simply put my chopsticks on the table, stood up, closed the door, and lay down on the bed with my clothes on.
The usual relaxed smile on his face disappeared from the corner of his mouth in this late night when no one was around.
Feeling the change in light, I couldn't help but glance at the candlestick on the table. I saw that the candle that had burned to the end was gradually dimming, but I was too lazy to get up and add new wax, and simply let the candle go out on its own.
I quietly looked at the moonlight coming in from the window. After the candles were extinguished, the summer insects outside the window seemed to become particularly clear.
Darkness seems to amplify all sounds
Including that I didn’t hear any moans just now
Nangong Xuan almost thought of this before he realized that he really heard the moaning sound.
A kind of thin, forced to hold back the sound
It's hard to notice, but once you hear it, you'll never ignore it again
Such a moan made Nangong Xuan's heart suddenly tremble. He seemed to feel the pain and insult that he had to hold back in the moan.
I couldn't help but stand up, walked to the window, pushed open the window leaves, and listened to where the sound was coming from.
Just when he opened the window, the moan that made his heart tremble inexplicably stopped, and all that was left was the joyous sound of summer insects in the summer night.
It seems that the sound just now was just an illusion produced by Nangong Xuan himself
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Nangong Xuan looked at Xue Wu who was sitting opposite him, lowering his head and eating his meal silently, and felt awe-inspiring in his heart.
When Xue Wu bent down and lowered his head, he revealed that his neck, which should have been white and flawless, was all covered with bruises, large and small, all connected together. It looked like it was impossible to tell which part was a new injury.
old wounds
The moans last night were no longer hallucinations, but real sounds
And the sound came from Xue Wu, who was eating her breakfast in silence with her head lowered. I don’t know what she went through last night.