The spacious bedroom, exquisite complex patterns, spotless jade floor, no extra items, and it is clear at a glance.
Extraordinary but not luxurious, deserted and dark, but exudes a brilliant light, with momentum and nobility coexisting.
The veil curtain under the candlelight is vague and hazy.
Qinglan stood alone in the center of the hall. He was wearing a light green elegant robe, his ink hair was like a waterfall, and his elegant white lotus. His handsome face turned slightly white, and cold sweat oozed out of his palms.
It was too quiet and deserted, as if only my breathing and heartbeat were left.
Such an empty and quiet space made him involuntarily feel fear.
"come over."
Suddenly, a cold voice floated behind the gauze, which was particularly clear in the silent hall.
It also hit Qinglan's mind like ice, and his whole body suddenly became tense.
Even after half a month, he still recognized the voice, which was the female voice who was questioning the street that day, Leng Mei as usual.
His steps were light and slow, but extremely heavy and extremely stiff, without making any sound on the jade floor.
The closer he got to the curtain, the slower his pace, and his cold eyes looked at the curtain coldly, as if he was exploring.
Qinglan paused in front of the veil for a while and only had determination and despair left on her face, and she stiffly stretched out her hand to lift the veil.
After crossing the veil curtain, it was still empty, and there was a carved bed in the center. Maybe it was too empty and I hadn't seen anyone yet.
"What's wrong?" A cold voice came from the window.
Qinglan was suddenly shocked and immediately looked along the source of the sound. She saw a purple back beside the window, and the night breeze slightly raised her hair.
In a moment, he had calmed down, and his eyes did not hide his hatred and disgust. He was worthy of being the Lord of the Palace of Yan. Just a background is enough to shock people.
Suddenly, he was a little curious about how the female devil with green face and fangs looked like.
The candlelight suddenly darkened, and Qiongying turned around and met the eyes staring at her back. His eyes were contempt and disgust.
Just one glance, her breath became weird, probably angry. She had seen many such gazes when she was in a wheelchair.
"You..." His disgusting gaze paused for a moment, gradually turning into stunning and fear, unable to speak, and involuntarily took two steps back.
I don't know what was hit behind me, and the vase worth ten thousand gold fell, followed by a crisp sound of shattering.
The fragments of fragments scattered on the ground, breaking the silence of the night, very loudly, and echoed for a long time in the empty bedroom.
There was a silence, and only a strange atmosphere remained.
The sharp fragments emit a cold light.
Qinglan held her breath and dared not move half a step, probably because of the fragments at her feet.
"I hate me?"
The red lips opened lightly, and the purple figure instantly came to Qinglan, looking down at him with a arrogant momentum and a cold and charming tone.
"...No." Qing Lan shook his head in horror and said a word tremblingly. The oppressive momentum made him unable to refute it, as if his heartbeat had stopped. He had forgotten his original intention of coming.
"Are you scared?" Qiongying suddenly smiled, her bright red lips curled up slightly, charming and cold.
"No." Qinglan still shook her head. With such a smile, he only felt Zhan Su. There was no smile in her eyes, only deep black.
"You are lying." His tone was mixed with anger, and his deep phoenix eyes seemed to be covered with ice, and it was suddenly full of cold light.