Chapter 22 The Master Behind Xiaoyaoju (3) (Recommend additional updates)

The silver-black mask came into view. More than two years later, this figure once again appeared in Su Rao's eyes, and it also brought out the figure in her memory that night. Even if she stood in the storm, she could not hide it.

The coldness on his body was as cold as an ice cave.

More than two years have passed, and the coldness in his bones seems to be getting colder. Just looking at each other through the window, Su Rao can already feel a cold breath pressing into her whole body, which is actually colder than winter.

Neither of them spoke first, just like they looked at each other on that rainy night two years ago. This time the distance was close, and Su Rao could clearly see the eyes under his mask. They were slender and the ends of the eyes were upturned. They should be red and phoenix eyes.

Charming red and phoenix eyes, but they are full of ice.

It feels so deep that it’s hard to see clearly.

After a long time, a gust of cold wind blew in, causing the candlelight in the pavilion to sway. Only then did Su Rao come back to his senses, but he already felt a chill sweeping through his body, and unconsciously rubbed his arms secretly.

Han Mochen saw this action, and the coldness on his body suddenly softened a bit.

"You want to give me the tomb." He asked very directly.

The timbre of his voice was clear but hazy, like the breeze or the mist and rain, but the voice he spoke was just like that night.

cold.

It seems that his whole person can only be described by the word "cold", or it is more appropriate to use his name.

Cold, desert…

"Yes." Su Rao nodded: "Master Xiaoyaoju knows about me..."

"Cold desert dust."

With cold words, his gaze fell directly on Su Rao's face. There was no wave in his eyes, but she felt dissatisfied with Su Rao calling him Xiaoyaoju's master. He had told her his name.

Su Rao was slightly startled.

Another sentence whispered in my ear: "You are the first person to shield me from the wind and rain, and you are also the last and the only one. I can make an exception for you, including the agreement between you and Huanniang."

Han Mochen didn't say clearly which agreement he was talking about, but Su Rao suddenly understood and knew which agreement he was talking about.

If Huan Niang had not concealed her identity as a daughter of the Su family from her master, if it were not an exception for her and him, then Huan Niang would have been dealt with two years ago instead of still being alive.

After hearing this, Su Rao suddenly curled up the corners of her lips, gave a faint smile, and asked Yi Su to make a pot of tea.

"I am honored to make an exception for you, Han Mochen, but I think I should tell you clearly that you have remembered me for more than two years, but I have forgotten you in just a few days, because you are just a passerby to me.

When a guest passes by, he thinks he will never see him again."

After saying this, Su Rao walked to the table.

Han Mochen stood outside the window, his cold and emotionless red phoenix eyes seemed to waver slightly, then seemed not to at all, as he walked in.

Yisu made tea and stood guard outside the pavilion.

Only then did Uncle Hao and Qin Niang notice that someone had entered the courtyard. As soon as they came up to the pavilion, Yisu made a silent movement and the two stopped in their tracks.

Then they looked at each other and then looked at Yisu. Yisu shook his head to indicate that nothing was wrong, and the two of them walked lightly and went back to the house.

There was no inquiry into who the visitor was.

Han Mochen walked in and sat opposite Su Rao. Su Rao finally saw clearly that the black clothes he was wearing were not completely black, but the collar and cuffs were embroidered with red and dark patterns, but it was not obvious.

The mask is not monotonous silver and black.

The mask covered most of his face, leaving only his lips and jaw. Above the mask was also a cloud leaping.

His lips are thin and medium-sized, lightly red, and well-shaped.

Wearing a black cloak, a strand of thick black hair fell in front of him.

Mysterious and unpredictable.

There are only two types of people who dress like this. One is that he is a noble person and is afraid of being known. The other is that he doesn't like to expose himself, like a night devil hiding in the dark.

Picking up the cup and taking a sip, his movements felt graceful, elegant and noble.

The sitting posture is also straight with the body, which is a habit that has been developed for many years.

This shows that his identity is definitely extraordinary.

But Su Rao felt that he was more like the second kind of person, because he was not at all wary of her looking at him, because he felt that he had hidden himself well and was not worried about what she would see when she looked at him like this.

Such a person must be a person with a story. What kind of story would make him rather live in darkness than see any light?

But these are just Su Rao's thoughts from the perspective of a bystander.

Su Rao looked at Han Mochen, and Han Mochen also looked at her after taking a sip of tea.

She was just like what he saw that night two years ago, dressed in a bright red dress, with only one blood-red jade hairpin tied up in three thousand blue hairs. Her eyes were as charming as that night, more charming than the stars in the night sky. That night she

She also looked at him like this, and then said those words, holding up the umbrella for him to block the storm.

That night, the moment she held his hand and handed the umbrella to him, layers of killings appeared in his heart, but he actually didn't kill her. That was his first time.

For the first time, he controlled himself and the bloodthirsty killing in his heart.

Over the next two years, he secretly watched her many times, watching her switch between Young Master Xiao and Su Rao. Young Master Xiao, she was unrestrained and casual, while Su Rao, she was perverse, willful, dandy and lustful.

He saw her as the one who exhausted herself every night before she could stop and fall asleep.

"The pavilion and Xiaoyaoju can be protected, but I have a condition."

Han Mochen opened his mouth.

"Say." Su Rao nodded, understanding that Su Rao had guessed it since Huanniang said that the master of Xiaoyaoju wanted to see her.

There is no free thing in the world, and there is no free pie. Even if Han Mochen said that he could make an exception for her, Su Rao would not think that she was different from Han Mochen.

She never looks down on herself, but she never looks down on herself.

No one in the world will be kind to someone for no reason. Except for parents and family members, everyone else has a purpose. Even people who love each other are willing to give to each other in order to gain each other's love.

Love each other.

"My conditions are simple, you."

Su Rao frowned at Han Mochen's words.

"impossible."

Without a moment's hesitation, I refused directly.

Han Mochen's cold, emotionless eyes seemed to move again.

"You may have misunderstood what I meant. I meant Mr. Xiao."

Su Rao's face paused, and then she blushed slightly. Although it was only for a short moment, Han Mochen saw the strange movement in the cold eyes, and this time it was clearly captured, even though it only lasted a breath.

"You can continue to be the master behind the Lian Pavilion, and the Xiaoyao Order I gave you can also control the entire Xiaoyaoju for your use, but Mr. Xiao, when he comes forward in the future, he must be my man."

This condition was not excessive, and Su Rao felt that she had earned it.

There was a quiet smile on his face, and the peach color at the end of his eyes turned bright red, Han Mochen's eyes flickered, and they swayed again.

Su Rao picked up the cup.

"Tea instead of wine, happy cooperation."

"It's not a collaboration, it's just a family."

Han Mochen also picked up the cup, drank it all, and left.

"From now on, you will be the second master of Xiaoyaoju. I hope you will be the only exception I make forever."

"Forever..." Su Rao drank it all in one gulp, "It's been too long."

Yisu walked in.

She heard clearly and understood the conversation between Su Rao and Han Mochen.

"Miss, this Xiaoyaoju master is too mysterious and unpredictable. Let's cooperate with him..."

Su Rao stood up, walked to the window lattice again, and looked at the wall courtyard again. The black shadow had disappeared without a trace. The general and the palace could also come and go freely. His martial arts might not be as high as she thought. I wonder if

The second brother confronts him...

"Yisu, didn't you hear? It's not cooperation, it's family. What's more, in this world, there are only a few kind-hearted people. People with kind hearts are almost dead long ago. In such troubled times, who can live like this?

There are some who are pure in heart.

I ask myself that I am not a good person, and I don’t want to be a good person, let alone be a good person. Good people don’t live long, and the harm will last for thousands of years. I am not a good person. If it weren’t for my father, the king, and my mother, if I wasn’t..."

If it weren’t for the education I received in my previous life…

"I think I would be more willing and particularly happy to be a witch who is a disaster to the country, but it's a pity..."

Closed the window and walked to the cabinet.

She can't do it now, but maybe one day she can do it, but she is not the she she is now, the one who still has a conscience in her heart, the one who still wants her father and mother to rest in peace.
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