"Really? No one has ever said that I am beautiful, Ling Luo, you are the first." A light and enchanting smile appeared on Chaos' face, which was charming.
Ling Luo sighed softly: "If you had approached Luo Ge with your original face from the beginning, without using such a drastic method, he would have fallen in love with you long ago."
"Ling Luo, take care of Xun'er for me." Huan Chaos looked at her, his red eyes clear and without any hatred.
Seven days was enough for her to see through everything.
Ling Luo nodded and said, "Okay."
Huan Chaos smiled slightly and said, "One more thing. The Xuanyuan Yu next to you is not an ordinary person."
Ling Luo's lips curled up slightly and she said, "I know that he is the heir to the Xuanyuan Gold Emperor's bloodline."
She never thought that one day, she would be able to have such a peaceful chat with her hated enemy Chaos.
"Although Emperor Xuanyuan's bloodline is considered a tyrant in the heaven, even if they are all added up, not even one of his fingers can touch it!" A flash of extreme respect flashed in Chaos's crimson eyes.
Ling Luo frowned slightly and said, "I don't quite understand what you mean."
"You don't need to understand." Chaos shook his head, "When the time comes, you will naturally understand. Your future husband is more powerful than you imagine. Even those in the fairy world are afraid of him."
Ling Luo became increasingly confused.
But seeing that Chaos had no intention of continuing to explain, he simply stopped asking.
When the time comes, you will naturally know it.
Yu is not an ordinary person.
She has plenty of time to wait and find out slowly.
Chaos stopped talking, and his eyes drifted towards the protrusion of the sky. His thin lips were half cherry red and half dark, which was strange and enchanting.
She started singing.
Her singing voice is very beautiful, like the sound of nature. Even the legendary Sharman clan who are good at singing are probably just like this.
The chaotic singing inexplicably reminded Ling Luo of the sound of Jie's piano.
Without music score, what pops up is a mood; without lyrics, what is sung is a state of mind.
Chaos, good at music, likes to sing and dance.
Ling Luo lowered her head and looked at the vivid red heart in the palm of her hand. A hint of sadness flashed in her beautiful eyes, and her fingers slowly tightened.
There was a "bang" sound.
Blood splattered everywhere.
The singing stopped.
Ling Luo's fair face was splashed with the blood of her enemies. The corners of her lips were slightly raised and she said softly: "Go to that world and sing."
Snow began to fall in the sky, piece by piece.
Soon, the white snow covered the bright red, covering up all the dirty past.
Chaos is dead.
My heart is broken and my soul is shattered.
Ling Luo turned her head and slowly returned to the room.
Xuanyuan Yu was sitting on a soft chair, holding a cup of tea and sipping the fragrant tea, looking very comfortable.
Seeing Ling Luo walking in, he stood up, stepped forward to greet her, stretched out his hand, and gently wiped away the remaining blood on her face with an extremely gentle movement.
"Is it solved?" Xuanyuan Yu's lips curled up slightly, and his beautiful peach blossom eyes were filled with half-part smile and seven-part doting.
Ling Luo raised her head. Against the background of the blood, her delicate little face became whiter and whiter, with a soul-stirring beauty.
"Yeah." She smiled, so happy and relieved.
"Luo'er, if I were you, I would never give her and Luo Ge seven days." Xuanyuan Yu stretched out a hand and gently flicked the snowflakes off Ling Luo's shoulders, "Good will be rewarded with good, and evil will be rewarded.
Evil retribution, natural cycle, retribution is unpleasant."