Chapter 2270 The White Moonlight on the Heart of the Tyrant (Fifty-Eight)

Chu Huai turned over and jumped off the horse first. He raised his hand to wipe the water droplets on his face, and clicked his tongue softly.

Ranbai came down unhurriedly.

The young monk in the temple seemed to know Chu Huai. When he saw Chu Huai coming, he quickly ordered someone to prepare hot water and rooms for them.

"Where's Master Huiyun?" Chu Huai asked.

The little monk replied shyly, "The host is still in the meditation room."

Chu Huai nodded lazily and coldly, and didn't ask any more questions. He took Ranbai to the room specially prepared by the temple with his familiarity.

"No one else has lived in this room before." Chu Huai twitched the corner of his lower lip slightly, "Wait... I'll wait a minute."

the voice fell,

The young man quickly rushed into the bamboo forest connected to this guest room. Holding an umbrella, he came back quickly, threw a set of purple clothes to Ranbai, and said vaguely: "There are no other clothes in the temple. I have lived here before, so you can wear this first."

Ran Bai took the clothes slowly, and hummed lightly.

The two soon separated.

It is said that Chu Huai went to see Master Huiyu after washing up, but it is unclear exactly what he said and did.

The rain stopped at night,

The dark clouds that had piled up on the horizon all dissipated. In the deep black sky, the moon and stars were rare, and a round moon glowed with a pale silver cool light. The bamboo forest that had just been destroyed by the wind and rain was still lush and straight.

dyed white in the room,

She leaned there nonchalantly, her face was slightly pale, she might have a little cold because of the rain today, but it's not a big deal.

The white and light-colored pupils looked at the reflection outside the window, the shadow of the lush bamboo forest swayed slightly, and there was a faint sound resounding in the night, and finally fell silently.

I don't know how long it has been,

That piece of bamboo forest has regained its silence, still looking peaceful and far away.

A small knock came from outside the door,

Before Ranbai could open it, the door of the guest room had already been pushed open.

The boy in black broke in and saw the snow-colored figure sitting by the window.

The man was only wearing a thin white underwear, and in the reflection of the candlelight, he looked more and more morbidly vulnerable.

She lowered her eyes, holding a book in her white and beautiful hands, her long eyelashes drooping down, covering her peach blossom eyes.

Usually peach blossom eyes always have a bit of drunkenness and a sense of enchantment, but on that person, it is more of ice and snow.

She has a quiet and bookish atmosphere that belongs to a scholarly family, and she looks quiet and indifferent.

There is a sense of indifference to fame and fortune that is indifferent to the world.

But only Chu Huai knew that this indifferent and indifferent appearance was just an illusion.

The scene during the day is the best proof.

Hearing the sound of approaching footsteps, Ranbai put down the book, lightly raised her long eyelashes, looked at him, and asked casually: "An assassin again?"

The person who answered was also casual, "Well, it has been resolved."

Chu Huai sat calmly beside Ranbai. He propped his face up and looked at the book in the hands of the snow-clothed boy without much interest, but Chu Huai was inexplicably upset that the people in front of him were focusing on the book.

The slender boy stretched out one hand, quickly snatched the book from Ranbai's hand, and murmured lazily while taking it: "What book do you read at night, don't you waste your eyes?"

"Because I'm bored." Ranbai replied with a smile.

The boy snorted softly, and did not express any opinion on Ranbai's answer.

As it should be, he rubbed against the dyed white bed and rolled into it automatically.

Ranbai raised her light-colored beautiful eyebrows and looked at him.

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