The man's indifferent treatment made Mu Qingyan feel unspeakable in her heart.
Is this how he treats her?
She closed her eyelids slightly, adjusted her emotions like that, and raised her eyes to look at the man in a yellow dress in front of her, with cold blue eyes: "Do you want to go in?"
The woman's voice was cold, and it was hard to tell whether her tone was good or bad, but people who knew her well could tell that she was unhappy at the moment.
Yu Liuqin, a woman in a goose-yellow dress, looked at Mu Qingyan with a smile on her face and a hint of respect in her eyes: "I am from the Demon Realm. The Demon Lord sent me here. I came here specifically to see you."
Demon Soul Heaven?
Mu Qingyan frowned slightly as she frowned: "Let's go."
The last thing she wants to mention now is Mohuntian, the culprit who changed her life.
"Miss Mu, please don't embarrass me. The Demon Lord has ordered me to take you back. Besides, this world is different from Jiuzhongtian, and you don't belong here." Yu Liuqin smiled, but his attitude remained neither humble nor arrogant.
The blue eyes turned cold instantly, and Mu Qingyan said coldly, with an expressionless face: "Go back and tell Mohuntian that the day I return to the Nine Heavens will be the day when he dies."
After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked towards the room, and the door closed automatically.
Next to the floor-to-ceiling window, a man in a black robe stood quietly. The sunlight poured into the room through the floor-to-ceiling window and shone on the man, coating him with a layer of light that made him shine dazzlingly.
Mu Qingyan stood at the door, looking at the man's back quietly, clenching and relaxing her hands hidden in her sleeves and skirts, taking a deep breath, and slowly said: "This is the answer you came up with after seven days of thinking.
Yeah?"
The woman's words did not receive any response. The man in black robes just quietly looked at the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling window. High-rise buildings, vehicles, and people coming and going in an endless stream.
To Jun Qingjue, all of this is just a small existence and a passing cloud.
His answer?
The sexy thin lips slowly formed a slight arc. Jun Qingjue slowly turned around and looked at Mu Qingyan standing at the door. She seemed to have lost some weight.
"How have you been these days?"
The man's voice was still low, hoarse, and extremely sexy. There was no trace of indifference, but his tone was light.
How are you?
Mu Qingyan smiled suddenly, her pupils were very blue, and she smiled slightly: "Very good."
He seemed to be doing well, as if nothing happened seven days ago.
He asked her how she was doing?
Doesn't he know if she's doing well? Doesn't he understand her?
Jun Qingjue, don’t you know what I’m thinking about?
He won't know!
The lips were slightly hooked. In that case, why did she let him see her depression and loneliness, why did she let him see her self-blame and sadness.
"As long as you're okay." Jun Qingjue curled her lips slightly, and a faint smile overflowed from her purple eyes. It was fleeting, like a flash in the pan, and then returned to indifference.
Now, has even his smile become so extravagant?
Mu Qingyan smiled lowly at herself, but she didn't show it on her face at all. She casually asked, "Have you reported to mother and others that you are safe for me?"
Jun Qingjue glanced at her, his purple eyes were deep, sparkling and coquettish, and his pupils were deep. Mu Qingyan couldn't tell what he was thinking, nor could she see through it.
After a moment of silence, Jun Qingjue slowly spoke: "You have lost weight, haven't you eaten on time?"