The next morning, Jiuge came to the inn and learned from the guard that Feng Feili and Wu Yue were also there, and he felt uncomfortable.
How could she keep Feng Feili and Wu Yue? But she turned him away.
The father warned him not to offend the people of the Palace of Light, and it was difficult to deal with Wu Yue. Feng Feili was no longer the same as before, and it was even harder to deal with.
Just as he was thinking hard, the gate of the inn opened.
Wu Yue raised her eyebrows and raised her chin. In addition, he stood on the steps, looking so angry that he looked tall and raised.
Jiuge's eyes were swaying. Although he was standing below, his momentum was far better than Wu Yue. No matter where he was, he was condescending.
"Hey, don't block the way, I'm going out." Wu Yue waved her hand arrogantly, like a wealthy nouveau riche.
At this time, Jiuge's aura was even colder than the snow and ice, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his black eyes.
There are not many people who dare to pretend to be clamor in front of him, and these people usually won’t have a good ending!
"Don't let it go? Then forget it. I won't bother with you. I'd better go and see if Xiao Qiongying gets up."
Wu Yue looked very generous, then closed the door with a bang and locked Jiuge outside the door.
Wu Yue was proud of her heart. He wanted to anger Helian Jiuge, and it would be best to force Helian Jiuge to take a fierce attack and reveal his true colors.
Outside the door, even the cold wind was frozen.
The two guards next to him were trembling. The man was so brave that no one dared to yell in front of the hall without knowing his life or death.
The strangest thing is that His Highness did not cure that man's sin.
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In the inn, with a little morning vigor, it is particularly pleasant, and I can smell the fresh fragrance of tea.
Wuxin was waiting at the door early, still wearing a white gauze dress, without a veil, and there was a faint sadness between his cold eyebrows.
The exquisite wooden door slowly opened, reflecting a light purple figure.
"Master." Wu Xin looked at the person who was close to him, and felt a little shocked in his heart. He couldn't help but take a step back, and gently wiped the wall with a gauze.
The fluctuations of the air, with a slight fragrance, like the fragrance of flowers and the fragrance of medicine, spread for a moment and gradually dissipated.
Qiongying stretched her eyebrows, stared at Wuxin a little, and then took a step closer.
She was a little taller than Wuxin, like a condescending king.
Wu Xin was stunned, panic and insanity flashed in her beautiful eyes, and behind her was about one step away from the pillar.
He took a small step back, his heels pressed against the pillar, but his body was still streaked, as if he was hesitating whether to retreat.
"Don't move." Qiongying took another step forward, only half a step away, and the faint fragrance was getting closer and closer.
Wuxin was stunned, stopped and remained motionless, not knowing whether he had no way to retreat or dared not retreat.
The mysterious and cold breath kept approaching, and she could hardly breathe.
Such unparalleled glory was amazed to the top of her heart, and she clearly felt her heart beating violently.
"Scared?" Qiongying smiled softly, stretched out her slender hand, and picked up the white ribbon with her hair tied.
The lilac robe rubbed over the white gauze, and the tip of the nose almost touched the unintentional hair.
"No, no." Wuxin said quickly, the sound of the flute sound was right in his ears, making people involuntarily intoxicated, and she was no exception.
Except for the first time I met my master, the master has never been so close to her since. It has been more than eight years.
I remember that at that time, her fingertips were very cold, her arms were very cold, and there was no warmth. She was afraid, but she couldn't help but approached and grabbed it tightly.
It's still the same now, very cold, but it makes people even more intoxicated.