After standing for a while, my hands and feet couldn't bear it anymore, my body was sore and limp, and my mind was feeling dizzy.
No, she had to learn the melody of the blood curse as quickly as possible. She had no time to wait any longer.
"I'll go in with you and have a look." General Murong Yunqing didn't wait for Su Yueming's approval, and walked to her house. As he walked, he said, "I lived here in Mo Qingju when he was young.
It's been a while, but I didn't expect that you are living here now."
Su Yueming frowned. This man really had the same blood as Murong Canghai, and he had a domineering spirit in his bones that was not controlled by others.
But Murong Yunqing had already gone in, so she couldn't say anything more, so she followed her in.
Murong Canghai stood there, the sunlight shining on his chilling aura, leaving a deep and long mark on his face.
He squinted his eyes slightly and landed on Su Yueming, with a fleeting look of anger on his face.
"Your Majesty..." Xian'er stretched out her hand timidly, pulled his sleeve, and said, "Didn't you say you were going to see the newly bloomed blue chrysanthemums?"
He turned back, and his questioning gaze was like a sharp blade, slowly passing through her body. She trembled all over, and there was a terrible feeling that her skin was being cut open by a cold blade. Her heart immediately pounded, and it was about to leave her mouth.
It just jumps out.
He slightly narrowed his dangerous eyes, raised his hand, touched her head, and touched her eyes with his fingertips. She was so frightened that she didn't dare to move. She only felt a burning pain in her eyeballs.
"You don't deserve these eyes."
His voice was as cold as coming from underground, with ruthless cruelty.
"Your Majesty, I..." She wanted to retreat, she wanted to protect her eyes, and she understood that if she lost these eyes, she would have nothing.
As a result, miserable tears flowed from her beautiful eyes. The tears, one by one, were crystal clear, like pearls.
Murong Canghai raised his lips and said, "Someone, please send her back."
"Yes." The slave immediately stepped forward and stood beside Xian'er.
"Your Majesty, I am waiting for you, no matter how long it takes, I will wait for you, wait." She cried.
When she saw him for the first time, she fell deeply and irresistibly in love with him. She thought that he also had feelings for her, or at least some compassion, so he buried her father for her.
, buy a yard for her.
However, she discovered that he only had feelings and pity for her eyes.
He would hold her face for a long time, looking into her eyes like a man possessed, with his deepest emotions.
Sometimes, the eyes he looked at her were sad, so hurt that it made her heartache, making her want to hold him, comfort him, and do everything she could for him.
And more often than not, his eyes were full of doting, and that doting was thrilling, making her addicted step by step until she was so deep in it that she couldn't extricate herself.
He would also kiss her, but this kiss was only limited to the eyes. He never really touched other places.
Later, he asked her to cover her face when she was alone with him, so that he could only see her eyes.
This was so hurtful, but she couldn't have any objections.
She was afraid, afraid that one day she would never see such eyes again, although she knew that this pampering was never hers.