As light as a feather, the leaves fell in the middle of the sea of flowers without touching them. He was surrounded by a blue-silver halo, and his silver eyes calmly swept over the two beautiful young men standing not far away.
A little surprised, the other one was sitting under the locust tree, holding a paintbrush in his hand and looking at him expressionlessly, the sharpness in his eyes seemed to be able to see through the man in the white robe.
After a while, the man sitting under the tree lowered his head, and the pencil between his slender fingers rubbed the drawing paper, making a slight rustling sound.
Zi Ye Qian and the man in white robe just looked at each other for a long time.
There was no spark friction at all, except for the rustling sound of the brush lifting the sketch paper, it was almost silent and you could even hear the sound of petals falling to the ground.
A burst of petals floated over, covering the faces with long silver hair. Without paying attention, a man in a peerless white robe appeared in front of the two teenagers.
"Do you know where Xiao Ruo is?" The voice of the man in white robe was quite cold, but there was a bit of coercion in this coldness, and such a compelling momentum was definitely not ordinary people's.
"How do you know that I know where Xiaoruo is?"
Zi Yeqian smiled, and his smile was still stunningly beautiful. Such a smile made people indescribably comfortable, and no one could dislike it. Originally, Zi Yeqian was still wondering who this guy who appeared out of thin air was? But this guy
There didn't seem to be any ill intentions. Since she mentioned Xiao Ruo again, Ye Qian probably guessed who he was?
"Because you are one of the twelve nobles, right?"
Facing Zi Yeqian's friendly smile, he didn't dislike it. On the contrary, he felt that such a smile was warm and down-to-earth, as comfortable as the spring breeze in March. Therefore, the voice of the man in white robe was not as majestic as before.
Pressed.
Zi Yeqian stroked Qingyu in front of his uniform, which was shining with the glory of the nobility, with some annoyance, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "It seems to have been exposed again?"
Still in a vague tone, as if there was no strength at all, he repeated the first sentence: "Where is Xiaoruo?"
"Don't the Sanskrit foreigners always have great powers? Do you need to ask others to find a weak woman?"
An Nuan, who was sitting under the tree, did not raise her head and just replied lightly, yes, An Nuan has never seen someone who thinks she is powerful and is asking for help, and yet behaves so insincerely.
What's more, the person he's not sincere to is still An Nuan's good friend, so An Nuan can't ignore it anymore.
The silver eyes turned slightly, looking sharply at the young man under the tree who had never raised his head once. Even for the moment when he appeared, he only raised his head without any expression.
His mind quickly collected information about the man in front of him.
It turned out to be him?
After a moment of silence, he seemed to realize that there was something wrong with him. In fact, Fanyin Ran Sheng was not an arrogant person, but his power and status did not allow him to be low-key.