At the fourth tone, Rong Xiyue still didn't respond. Baili Ziyu and a bunch of little beasts next to her couldn't stand it anymore. The grievance on the man's face became thicker and thicker, and in those peach blossom eyes,
There is even a strange amount of mist, and when you look at it, it seems like tears will fall down immediately.
Baili Ziyu really can’t stand it anymore.
"Your Excellency Yuerong!"
He was so angry that his Dantian was filled with emotion. He shouted loudly while sleeping, and shouted at the silent Rong Xiyue. His voice was so loud that it shook all the living birds in the forest to fly for a long time.
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Rong Xiyue was also pulled back by the voice. She was obviously startled by Baili Ziyu's voice. When she turned her head and looked at him, her eyes were unclear.
What is there that needs to be so urgent?
Seeing that the look in Rong Xiyue's eyes was not good-looking, Baili Ziyu swallowed her saliva and quickly pointed at the man in light golden clothes.
"Donor." The man was very alert. Taking advantage of this moment, he quickly called Rong Xiyue again.
Monster's facial features and noble face.
Only then did Rong Xiyue realize that there was a person standing in front of him. Following Baili Ziyu's eyes, he looked over and saw such a man.
As noble as the bright moon, and as fragrant as the roses in man.
The most important thing is, this is a bald head, bald head?
Monk?
"Who are you?"
In that moment of indulging and quiet, Rong Xiyue buried Chu Wenyu deeply in her heart, covered it up, and hid that emotion.
Therefore, when the man in light golden clothes looked at her, she was smiling, sweetly, as if she was smiling at everyone, with a faint smile.
The man's expression was a little depressed, and there was some curiosity on his noble and pure face. When his pair of peach blossom eyes looked at Rong Xiyue, there was a somewhat inquiring look, without hiding it. He looked innocent.
"Donor, you burned all my hair."
The man's expression was aggrieved and pure, his voice was clear and melodious, but what he said was an affirmative sentence.
Rong Xiyue was stunned. She had been here all this time. When did she burn his hair? She didn't have the time!
"I didn't." He answered subconsciously.
When the man heard this, he felt even more aggrieved. He pointed at his bald head and tall figure. When he made such movements, it didn't seem abrupt at all. Instead, he had a sense of detachment.
"My hair was still burned just now by you."
"...I didn't do it."
Rong Xiyue rarely answered the man seriously, but the man seemed to be convinced that it was Rong Xiyue who did it, with a firm tone and a determined expression.
"The fire just now, the tongue of fire directly **** my hair clean." The man said again, with a slow tone and a pure and aggrieved expression.
As soon as everyone heard this, they understood that the red lotus fire used by Chu Wenyu and the flames imitated by the wanted men were afraid that they had burned the man's hair and were gone in a single fire.
"You called me a donor?" Rong Xiyue's focus was different from others. She heard the man call himself a donor. Only monks would call others a donor. "Since you are a monk, then,
There is no hair in the first place, how could I have burned it away?"
She said dissatisfied, but the smile on her face did not diminish, but when she looked at the man, there was a bit of disgust in her eyes.