Murong Qingshuang was convinced once again that he was by no means a person who only knew love and beauty. Otherwise, he should have even a little bit of habitual pity for her, instead of holding her chin so carelessly all the time without worrying about whether he would pinch it at any time.
break.
"I'm wondering what the prince wants. You were dismissive during the Qingshuang fight, but now you've looked away and let you stand in the cold. You think I have ulterior motives. How can I make it clear?" She spoke loudly and calmly, and looked at him with a pair of cold eyes.
Not afraid at all, "Could it be that King Luo just likes to watch different women working for you all day long, and he pretends to be arrogant and disdainful to satisfy your vanity, so he thinks that he is different from ordinary people?"
He opened his thin lips lightly, and his words flowed like the night wind, "You just want to be so quick-tongued."
·This princess, you go and enjoy the blessings of your family, and I will spend my lonely life here."
Yuwen Longxiang suddenly let go of his hand, laughed loudly, and raised his voice against the moonlight, "Murong Qingshuang, what should I say to you?" [
As soon as he finished speaking, he let go of his hand, but then he grabbed her and lifted her up.
With strong steps and agile agility, he jumped from the roof. He stepped on the tree trunk next to him with his toes, and went up the tree trunk at an extremely fast speed, stopping only when he almost reached the top.
This big tree is at least several hundred years old. Standing on it, you can almost overlook the entire city through the dense branches and leaves.
His feet stepped on the forked branches, bending the branches a little, as if he would fall if he was not careful.
If you fall from this height, there will be nothing to cushion the impact, and you will definitely die!
Fortunately, his arm was caught by him, so that he wouldn't feel like he would be shattered into pieces if he made one mistake.
"Are you afraid?" His back was against the main trunk of the big tree. Murong Qingshuang did not dare to move forward and was very close to him. Their bodies were almost touching each other. She could feel it in her body whenever he spoke.
"What's there to be afraid of?"
At most, the area covered by my feet was too small, and I was afraid that my own weight would break the branches.
