Her eyes, which were originally clear and lively, were filled with a look of grievance at the moment. They were so touching that I felt pity for them.
Qi Mu Qingyan's voice was originally lively and sweet, but now it contained a hint of grievance and pity, which made people feel even more unbearable. Faced with such a woman's appearance, no one could be so cruel.
What's more, Jun Qingjue, who doted on her as much as she wanted.
The big hand holding her suddenly tightened a little, and the strength tightened slightly. His purple eyes dimmed, with a touch of distress in his eyes. He gently touched the woman's hair and said softly: "Yan'er, you look happy and laughing.
nice."
He couldn't stand seeing Mu Qingyan look so pitiful and delicate. He wanted to give her the best things in the world just to make the beauty smile.
Mu Qingyan buried her head in Jun Qingjue's chest, her blue eyes suddenly smiled, but her tone was still pitiful and tender: "Just now someone said that I am only suitable to serve him, be his maid, and be at his disposal."
After saying that, he raised his eyes and looked at Jun Qingjue aggrievedly. His blue eyes were suddenly filled with tears, as if they were about to fall down in the next second: "But Qingyan feels that I am not as bad as he said."
Those blue eyes were filled with tears, and the breeze blew slowly. Mu Qingyan's body couldn't help but tremble, and her small hands holding the man's waist tightened a little.
Maybe it was because the world was different, but in this autumn weather, she actually felt a hint of coolness.
Jun Qingjue narrowed her eyes dangerously and hugged the woman in her arms a little tighter. The ink robe covered the woman and gave her warmth: "Be good, no one can bully you."
He loved her deeply, doted on her, pitied her, cherished her, and loved her. He wanted to protect her well, but he was not willing to bully her. Now...
He lowered his head and looked down, his eyes focused on the man in black. His purple eyes turned cold, and he snorted coldly. There was a dark aura around him, and the temperature in the air suddenly cooled down. The danger was frightening, and murderous intent was circulating.
in.
Locked in the eyes of the man in the ink robe, Louis couldn't help but paused. When he met those purple eyes, he was shocked!
It was obviously just an indifferent look, but he saw endless killing intent and darkness in it. So terrifying, so cruel and bloody!
He is obviously a man as handsome as a god, cold and elegant as a fairy. But at this moment, he feels that this man is too scary. He does not look like a god from heaven, but more like a god of death from hell. Now he is holding death in his hand.
The black sickle wanted to harvest his life.
The green pupils narrowed slightly, took a deep breath, slowly suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and Louis said in a deep voice: "Spitting blood!"
What he said was not that unpleasant.
That woman was obviously deliberately trying to smear him and talking nonsense!
The purple eyes dimmed, and the whirlwind passed by. Louis' body was suddenly shaken back by the whirlwind, and his body was actually thrown away more than ten meters away, blood sprayed, and dust flew up!
"Are you qualified to speak?"
The temperature in the air became colder and more depressing.
When everyone present saw such a scene, they all panicked! Louis' fate was like this, so they...
At this moment, Zhong was extremely scared and panicked.
This man really turned his head into a beauty.
They are all elite troops who have survived extremely horrific training. They are not afraid of death. But now, they are afraid of this man in black robes for no reason, and they are even more afraid of his methods!