Occasionally, when the palace maids walking by outside heard that voice, their hearts could not help but beat faster, and red clouds flew across their faces.
A trace of deep envy flashed in his eyes. The emperor had never treated a woman like this, held her in his hands, and even pleased her in this way. This kind of pampering made everyone jealous and jealous.
At this time, on the top of the palace not far away, stood a man wearing gray robes and a golden mask on his face.
A sneer, resentment and ridicule flashed through a pair of extremely cold eyes.
"Xijian Yunchen," he said, "how much you love this woman, I want you to feel the pain of separation!"
"With that kind of pain, I will pierce your heart and make you suffer for the rest of your life!"
After saying that, his eyes turned into violet in an instant, his eyes were full of smiles, all kinds of brilliance appeared in them, and his eyes with spite became extremely charming.
This pair of eyes looks like both gods and devils, and is like the most bizarre and beautiful eyes in the world.
After saying that, he gently flicked his sleeves, and the man disappeared from the roof like a faint wisp of smoke.