"Master Luo, to Ye Chuyue, you are just a useless slave, but I have admired you for a long time. Please help me, okay?"
Ye Ruoxue whispered softly, took Rakshasa's hand and put it on her shoulder.
She wrapped her arms around Rakshasa's neck, leaned into Rakshasa's ear, and whispered: "I want to be yours. I will follow you all my life. I will not treat you as a slave."
Ye Ruoxue placed her hands lightly on Rakshasa's clothes, and the shallow white light refracted in. The blood on the ground was in extremely strong contrast with Ye Ruoxue!
Ye Haipeng passed out in a pool of blood. Su Linglong's body was covered with silver needles, and her hands trembled several times.
She still had a subtle consciousness. She could vaguely see Ye Ruoxue's back, and when she discovered what Ye Ruoxue was doing, her hatred was like a tide bursting from a dam!
"Sir, take me out. I don't want to be in this dark place. You must have a way to take me away. After I get out, I will keep to myself and only stay by your side."
Ye Ruoxue said softly.
The young man remained silent, but he raised his hand covered in black leather and slowly took off the mask covering his face.
Revealing an extremely delicate face!
The movements in Ye Ruoxue's hands stopped, and when she saw the young man's face, she screamed as if she had seen a ghost, stood up in a panic, and fled to the most corner of the dungeon.
She glared at the young man sitting on the chair and blurted out: "Ye Siyu! Why is it you!"
How could Ye Siyu, who had been cut into pieces by five horses, appear in the dungeon!
Rakshasa put down his mask, straightened his open lapel, then took a handkerchief and carefully wiped the area touched by Ye Ruoxue.
"Long time no see, my dear sister." Rakshasa smiled and looked at Ye Ruoxue.
And Su Linglong, who was lying on the ground, had a storm in her eyes!
Ye Ruoxue shook her head wildly, "Aren't you dead? Are you a human or a ghost? It's my mother who wants you to take the blame. It's not me, it's my mother. You go find her."
Rakshasa took his time and looked at Ye Ruoxue who was losing his temper and the two people on the ground who were as angry as a silk thread.
She had waited for this day for too long.
She thought it would be an unprecedented pleasure, but looking at this scene, she suddenly felt bored.
Rakshasa shook his head and walked out of the cell.
Behind her, Su Linglong, who was covered with silver needles, moved her lips slightly and said in a very thin voice: "Siyu..."
No one knew whether Rakshasa heard this call, but she never stopped walking away without any hesitation.
After walking out of the prison of the clan, Rakshasa walked aimlessly on the streets of Chang'an, wandering like a soulless zombie, and his mood was not as happy as he imagined.
She seems to have no home.
Rakshasa frowned tightly, and when the white moonlight fell, he put the silver mask back on his face, covering up his face that was full of sadness.
suddenly--
Rakshasa stopped.
In front of the long street, there was a person standing, his skirt as red as blood fluttering slightly in the night wind.
Chu Yue walked up to Rakshasa, opened her cloak and covered Rakshasa's body.
A fine light snow fell in Chang'an City, and the wind was biting and biting.
Chu Yue tied up the cloak for Rakshasa and stretched out her hand, "Rakshasa, I'm home."
Rakshasa's nose was filled with soreness and his eyes were slightly red.
She sniffed and put her hand on Chu Yue's palm.
The girl held her hand, walked through the quiet streets of Chang'an, went to the huge mansion, and returned to Tingxue Xuan, which is warm in winter and cool in summer.