When the silver-grey green boots stepped over the threshold, everyone in the room felt their hearts almost raised to their throats, and Yan Xitong's entire face changed color, looking frightened.
Pei Yuan's eyes glazed over intermittently, perhaps wondering why he didn't just count with his fingers whether there was anyone outside the door.
And I...because I didn't expect Yan Xiaoqing to be outside the door, I had no time to swallow the words that came to my mouth: "I'm almost hungry..."
Yan Xiaoqing left and came back. No matter what the reason was, everything I had done before was rejected the moment I opened my mouth to speak.
The lotus on his forehead kept changing color. Yan Xitong was the first to react and quickly pulled off a piece of sand curtain to cover my head to block Yan Xiaoqing's probing eyes. Then he stood up with his tired body: "Fourth brother,
How did you come?"
Yan Xiaoqing neither spoke nor moved, and just looked at me intently. Through the hazy gauze, I could only see a hazy and slender figure standing in front of me.
Slowly, I felt this figure approaching me, its tall figure almost covering me.
The pressure was so strong that I couldn't help but want to retreat, but the air seemed to be frozen. Even the smallest movement would cause huge turmoil. I breathed carefully, for fear of touching something.
"Fourth brother...you..."
Just as Yan Xitong was trying to explain, I felt the sand curtain on my forehead was quickly opened by a hand, and the pair of blue eyes that came into view were full of tenderness and longing, like a ball of fire.
I wanted to melt inside, but then, these tender eyes suddenly revealed a biting indifference, shooting at me like a question.
"Tell me, who are you?" The low and hoarse voice seemed to come from hell. I knew that if he didn't get a satisfactory answer now, everyone here would suffer, half tenderness, half murderous...
…Yan Xiaoqing’s personality is so split.
Yan Xitong suddenly rushed in front of me and blocked Yan Xiaoqing with her body: "Fourth brother, she is just an ordinary person."
Pei Yuan said coldly from the side: "Prince Yan, is it possible that you want to rob a common girl?"
Yan Xiaoqing sneered and turned to look at Pei Yuan: "You are born with silver hair and an immortal face. If my guess is correct, you will be the priest left by the Wu clan in Qi."
This sentence exposed Pei Yuan's identity, and I couldn't help but look at Yan Xitong.
Is this what this guy said?
Yan Xitong's eyes were firm and unwavering, and there was no trace of guilt.
Pei Yuan said without changing his expression: "Shizi Yan really has good eyesight."
Yan Xiaoqing put away her usual fake smile and turned her eyes to me: "The person in the crystal coffin is you."
At this moment, I really want to know how he figured out that I was the one lying in the crystal coffin.
Yan Xitong, who was standing in front of me, suddenly dropped his shoulders as if he was discouraged.
Yan Xiaoqing took a step forward, but was blocked by Pei Yuan: "Since Prince Yan knows our identities, please consider it carefully. If you offend our princess, the consequences will be serious."
"How serious is it?"
"It will cost you your life." Pei Yuan said word by word.
Yan Xiaoqing sneered: "Really? I'm afraid you can't kill me."
"Oh? Why is the prince so confident?"
Yan Xiaoqing's eyes were clear: "Because once this king dies, your princess will also be buried with him."
Pei Yuan, whose expression remained unchanged as Mount Tai collapsed before his eyes, was instantly killed by these words.
