The sun shines on the earth, tens of thousands of white roses are in full bloom, the wind sweeps the pale rose petals, and the air is filled with a smell called happiness. It has not been so peaceful for a long time.
The castle is still peaceful, a little less gloomy and a little more warm.
On the soft seat above the hall, a beautiful young man with silver hair in a white robe supported his head with one hand, his silver eyes lightly squinted, his eyelashes trembled slightly, his soft lines like those of an immortal raised his temperament to a higher level, his fair skin was almost transparent.
Her complexion, waterfall-like silver hair slanting behind her, soft pink lips pursed lightly, and her whole body shrouded in a layer of blue and white light, made her look like a god who cannot be blasphemed.
The beautiful young man was sleepy, like an immortal who could not eat the fireworks of the world, quietly leaning on the soft chair.
Everything is so quiet, everything is so natural.
In the blink of an eye, a red-haired boy with a flaming red body appeared in the hall of the castle. The boy had a pair of dark green eyes, and the evil peach blossom eyes were particularly attractive, but his crimson red lips raised a hint of schadenfreude.
With a smile, he walked up to the young man in white robe, gently pulled down the young man in white robe's raised arm, pointed it at the young man in white robe's ear, suddenly raised the decibel level, and shouted: "An Xiaoruo comes
Already!!!"
After finishing speaking, he turned around gracefully and took a big step back.
"What!!!"
Fanyin Ran Sheng was frightened by the red-haired boy's words. All of a sudden, without paying attention, he sat on the ground in front of the soft chair. His usual indifference suddenly disappeared without a trace. There was nervousness on his face.
"Pfft...hahahaha..."
When Fanyin Yichen saw this, he immediately held his stomach and laughed exaggeratedly. It was as if he no longer looked like a prince at all.
Fanyin Ran Sheng raised his silver eyes, and his blue-purple eyes were filled with anger. However, as the king of the blood clan, how could he be as knowledgeable as this guy? He endured his anger and returned to his usual indifference, and his eyes suddenly became chilly.
Staring straight at Fanyin Yichen.
"I asked you to inquire about An Xiaoruo, not to entertain me."
"Okay...by the way, this is the first time I have seen that the king of our blood clan is actually afraid of a small human being! You were very rude just now!! Haha."
Fanyin Yichen is so free that he dares to laugh at Fanyin Ran Sheng. He is getting more and more unruly.
"Fanyin Yichen, have you been very free recently? Do you want to go to the fantasy world to wait for me?"
How could Fanyin Ran Sheng let this guy continue to act recklessly? If so, where would he lose his face?
"Hey, hey... no, no, no, I don't have that time, let me tell you! It is said that our princess is going to have a showdown with Gong Jingling!!" Fanyin Yichen is always paying attention to things in the world.
, especially An Xiaoruo’s every move.
"so what?"
Fanyin Ran Sheng sat calmly on the soft chair without any expression.
"I have a premonition that An Xiaoruo will be in danger." Generally speaking, vampires have very strong premonitions.
Fanyin Ran Sheng said nothing, looking at the rolled white rose petals outside the window, and said softly: "This is her disaster..."