140. [Assassination on the fifth day of the bet] 13
It seemed that the figure that just appeared in front of Huang Yuezhen was just an illusion caused by her eyesight. It seemed that no one appeared here at all just now, but she clearly felt that there was someone in front of her just now.
Why did he save himself but refused to let himself thank him? Even if he had the chance to express his gratitude to him in person, he did not give Huang Yuezhen a chance to say thank you. He even did not leave a single word at all. He was like a gust of wind.
, coming and going without a trace.
He is so mysterious that people have no chance to get to know him, or maybe he is just this kind of person.
A slight hint of helplessness flashed in Huang Yuezhen's indifferent eyes. In the end, she had no choice but to put the bamboo hat on her head again, and continued walking out of the Moonlight Forest with Nan Sheng Moyu on her back. After exiting the Moonlight Forest and onto the official road, Huang Yuezhen
He called the groom to take them to Nanzheng Prince's Mansion.
After handing over Nansheng Moyu to the people in the palace, she left.
In the moonlight forest here, the figure that just stood in front of Huang Yuezhen did not go far. He just hid in the trees quietly.
He waited until Huang Yuezhen was far away, then jumped down from the tree, his body as light as a fallen leaf.
He was very tall, but very thin, and his figure was stretched out in the dim light. When he walked out of the dim light, he could see his appearance.
His long hair was tied casually with a black thread, and the inky hair moved gently in the air like a soul-calling flag, flying freely in the air.
Those deep, blood-red eyes were set like rubies on a face that was as pale as paper and extremely handsome. A subtle light shone on his face. The skin on his face was as white as snow without a trace of blood, and he was delicate and delicate.
His face showed a sickly paleness.
His scarlet pupils are sharp but with a hint of melancholy. The melancholy expression is like unresolved emotions, entangled in it, like ink drops falling into water, slowly fading away but unable to see through.
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He has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and a tall nose like a steep mountain peak. His cheeks are a bit too thin, but his lips are red, and his upper lip is slightly thinner than his lower lip.
This man's complexion is as white as paper, his body is as long as a cypress, and he is as thin as a rugged man. However, his face is as handsome as a crown jewel, and his facial features are flawless. However, his whole body is filled with a sense of hostility, and there is always written on his face.
It's like a warning to keep strangers away.
He walked toward the place where the killers had just died. His footsteps lightly stepped on the grass, and his black robe lifted and fell with the wind. He was like a breeze passing over the grass, and the grass was not bent.
Every bit.
He walked up to the dead killer like a lotus step by step, his blood-red eyes slowly swept across their faces, until his eyes fell on the killer Huang Yuezhen killed, and then he stopped.
He leaned over and squatted down, his black robe gently dragging on the ground, brushing the grass with a slight sound. He stretched out his slender but white hands like snow, gently touched his eyebrows, and dropped his fingers,
The fingertips were stained with blood that was about to solidify. The bright red color made his eyes even redder, as if he was about to bleed.
The dead killer's eyebrow was opened by Huang Yuezhen's gold coin with mysterious spiritual energy. There was a gash that was not very deep, but compared with other wounds that were only as big as the eye of a needle, Huang Yuezhen's wound was quite shocking.