"The rules have been changed. From now on, just say blessings." Xia Ziluo didn't think there was anything wrong with changing the rules.
As a result, Chu Chu was shocked and stunned, and it took her a while to recover.
"What, is there a problem?" Xia Ziluo has long known that Chu Chu is not as simple and easy to deceive as Xiu Xiu, but even if he changes the rules, he will not be suspected, "Kowtow every day, you don't feel pain, but I feel tired, visually
fatigue."
As soon as he finished speaking, a silent fear suddenly surged into his heart.
Who is it, who is spying on her?
Xia Ziluo suddenly turned around, but there was no one behind him.
But that line of sight did not disappear, it was still looking at her unscrupulously.
"Princess?" Chu Chu noticed that Xia Ziluo's behavior was a bit unusual and called in a low voice.
"Okay, this is none of your business, just go down." Xia Ziluo didn't find anyone suspicious and didn't waste any more time searching.
If someone wants to hide in the dark and be a shadow, let them be.
Soon, Xia Ziluo was the only one left in the yard.
She quickly stepped forward and reached the door. She was about to reach out and knock on the door, but stopped when her fingertips were about to touch the door.
I was a little nervous, and I was lying if I said I wasn't afraid of him.
However, she is here to solve the problem today, so stay calm!
Xia Ziluo stretched out his hand tentatively, and as soon as his fingertips touched the door, the ajar door opened with a creak.
She probed her head and smelled a faint scent of sandalwood.
The oil lamp was on in the room, but there was no one there. Xia Ziluo instantly felt relieved, crossed the threshold and walked into the room.
Instantly, she was shocked by the darkness she saw.
The furniture in the room is all made of red sandalwood, which is so purple that it turns black, but the wooden tables and chairs are covered with black brocade.
Only a set of mutton-fat white jade glazed tea sets placed on the desk is white and transparent, forming a sharp contrast with the blackness of the room.
Monotonous colors and cold tones. His room, like his people, is cold and chilling.
"I really think of myself as a scumbag." Xia Ziluo couldn't help complaining, then he found a chair and sat down, waiting boredly for Murong Xitian's return.
After waiting for a long time, she fell asleep unconsciously.
Everything returned to silence, except that the wind outside was a little stronger.
At this time, a figure walked out of the darkness and stopped outside the window.
The weak light in the room cast Xia Ziluo's petite figure on the paper window, slowly swaying in the cold wind, sometimes getting higher and sometimes lower, sometimes fatter and sometimes thinner.
Murong Xitian, standing outside the window, locked eyes on this figure, his black hair flying like a waterfall blown by the cold wind.
"Sure enough, in the blink of an eye, they are here!" Murong Xitian frowned, a bloodthirsty cold light bursting out of his eyes.
He wanted to see what kind of trouble she could make tonight?
One is waiting, the other is standing.
Red wax dripped, time passed, and it was late night in a blink of an eye.
"It's so cold..." Xia Ziluo murmured like a whisper, and moved uneasily.
I don't know how long I slept for, but Xia Ziluo felt as if I was in a world of ice and snow, and subconsciously curled up into a ball.
Murong Xitian's patience was completely exhausted and he rushed into the room and stopped beside her.
Looking at her frowning brows, his dark black pupils lit up and were stained with a few complex colors.
Her childish sleeping face is innocent and cute, completely different from her usual domineering and hateful appearance.
He clearly knew that the woman in front of him was the person he hated the most, but he felt as if she wasn't.
