Hua Ying raised his head slightly. His eyes no longer had the violent murderous intent, only tenderness remained. For a moment, Hua Ying's eyes sparkled with crystal tears.
She felt that he really treated her well, worried about her, and loved her.
In the beginning, she had no choice but to become his disciple. She never thought about being sincere. She just wanted to cling to him, keep getting stronger, and realize her dream.
People are like this sometimes, especially relationships. Hua Ying lost her father when she was young, and she is with Jiao Yue. This feeling of being cared for and loved by her elders is really warm.
Jiao Yue looked at her tearful eyes, frowned, but moved very gently, applying the medicine for her herself.
His cold fingers touched her neck, and she shrank back slightly, still holding her breath, not daring to look him in the eye.
Hua Ying trembled slightly and bit her lip tightly. She didn't expect that Haoyue not only saved her from Yu Liuli's hand, but also took such care.
The bright moon's eyes are always cold. Even if there is a moment of strange brilliance, they are more as calm as the Dead Sea.
That night, Hua Ying returned to her room and fell asleep, tossing and turning but still unable to sleep. When she closed her eyes, all she could see was the devilishly handsome face of Jiao Yue.
"Master, Master~" She seemed to be dreaming, and she couldn't help but murmur these two words.
The bright moon was blocked by black clouds, and in the pitch-black night, the wind hissed outside the window, like ghostly hands knocking on the doors and windows.
I think she was too tired, so Huaying slept very deeply, very deeply...
Suddenly she was in a thick white fog, and could see nothing but white fog. Hua Ying was not too frightened, and reason told her that this was just a dream.
The feeling in the dream was so real. Huaying walked forward step by step, and several crows sounded in her ears. The atmosphere was mysterious and terrifying, and she could even feel the chill around her.
"Xiling Jacaranda!"
A familiar voice came from behind, making Hua Ying shiver. She stopped, calmed down, and turned around.
Murderous aura overflowing, that voice, that look, Hua Ying took two steps back, shocked in her heart: "Master."
In the thick fog, Hua Ying's vision was blurred and she couldn't see clearly the face of Gaoyue, but his figure and his voice, Hua Ying was definitely him. But why, his voice was full of fierce murderous intent, it was terrifying
.
A hand instantly moved from far to near, strangling Hua Ying's neck. Hua Ying's throat was suddenly stuck, as if it was about to be twisted. She tried desperately to struggle, but in front of the bright moon, she did not resist at all.
Ability, whole body numb and unable to move.
"..." Hua Ying couldn't squeeze out even a single word from her throat. Her eyes widened and her pupils dilated infinitely. Death was just a process and there was nothing she could do about it. She wanted to see Gaoyue's face clearly, but she couldn't see it clearly, and that face
It's clearly very close.
Huaying couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality with this fatal feeling of suffocation.
It was such a terrifying feeling, Hua Ying's brain was fainting a little, and she couldn't see the other person clearly. It was much more hideous than seeing the other person's face full of corrosion and bleeding from all the orifices.
"Ah -" Huaying finally let out a heartbreaking roar, sweating profusely, and she sat up in shock because her whole body was sore from being injured tonight.
It was indeed a dream, but it was the first time that Hua Ying woke up from the dream in fear. She held her neck with one hand vigilantly. There was a red mark on her neck, but it was left by jade glass.