The First Thousand Three Hundred and Fifty-Four Chapters, the Prosperous Woman, Do You Wear Books? (Fifty One)

Ranbai is extremely bored with this kind of thing, and his attitude can be called perfunctory.

In order to show integrity, Jiuyueying decided to live here for a few days.

"Trouble." Jiuyueying said reverently and respectfully, but without losing the majesty that belongs to the queen.

"The donor has come from a long way, and you should treat each other with courtesy." The man put his hands together and spoke softly.

Jiuyueying nodded slightly.

Ranbai looked at this scene, the tip of her tongue touched Xiaohuya, she lowered her eyes slightly, her beautiful dazzling eyebrows showed a careless mood.

The fantasy on the mountain is really good, and the place to live is also good.

Of course,

That's not the point.

The point is that this time there is also a plot on the mountain.

Ranbai thought about the script,

Um,

There is a bamboo forest on the mountain.

Don't worry about why there is a bamboo forest, because it is for the plot of the script.

It was in the bamboo forest that Luo Xining harvested a sickly beautiful man, a kind of demonic wisdom.

Dye Bai thought about it,

Go to the woods.

The bamboo forest on the mountain is really good, fresh and elegant.

Ranbai is not concerned about this, what the hell is that, where is the sick and weak man?

Where can you find such a big bamboo forest in this hall?

Ranbai pondered for a few seconds, "I remember that I have a plane character locator."

"It seems, there is." Feng Luo replied hesitantly.

They seem to have forgotten, ahem.

It's really something in this system mall, and it's really not very useful to the host that is hanging up.

Feng Luo used his pink and white furry little claws seriously, and pulled out the plane character locator, um, the old ones have fallen into ashes.

Feng Luo thought about it and cleaned it again, "Okay, the host, the character has been found."

Dyeing Bai: "... um."

Because of the plane character locator, Dyeing Bai quickly found the sickly beautiful man in the legendary plot.

but……

Dianbai stood behind the bamboo forest, her ink hair was loose, and she was dressed in green clothes. She was as delicate and noble as an ink painting. She looked at the picture in front of her with a half-smile, her expression was gentle and gradually ghostly, and she said meaningfully: "...Feng down, eh?"

"Isn't this a surprise?" Feng Luo replied solemnly.

Host, your official is here!

"Ah.

Ranbai let out a soft snort, and looked at the scene in front of him with a faint light.

Ye Yanhan, why are you here?

Dianbai pursed his lips slightly, and the depths of his black eyes were surrounded by an eerie black mist. He was clearly smiling, but it felt extremely dangerous.

Isn't one of the two men on the chess table in the distance Ye Yanhan?

Ranbai let out a soft tut, and sighed faintly, his gaze so cold that it could freeze time fell on Wei Nanxun.

really,

An eyesore.

Feng Luo: "..."

Host, do you even eat a man's vinegar?

Ranbaisu flicked the long blue sleeves without dyeing them, and the slender black eyelashes concealed the emotions at the bottom of his eyes.

I don't like it.

She walked over at a leisurely pace, standing three meters away, with a gentle and perfect expression, and curved her lips, "Ye Yanhan, eh?"

The handsome and dignified man raised his eyes slightly, and a slender figure hit the bottom of his eyes. He paused for a moment while holding Heizi's fingertips, and there was an undisguised smile in his eyes. He softly curved his cold and beautiful eyes. "You came."

Well, he's been waiting for her to come.

no way,

It's been too long, he misses her.

The beautiful fair-skinned jaw lifted slightly, and she answered, without asking why Ye Yanhan was here, she walked over and put one hand on the side of the young and beautiful CEO, like a circle from behind. Keeping that her beloved is a human being, she tilted her eyes slightly and whispered in Ye Yanhan's ear, "What are you doing?"

Her demeanor and proportions were all well handled by her.

The style of the true aristocrat.

Perfect as such.