The Third Thousand Two Hundred and Sixty-Eight Chapters of the Gods in the Heart: The Princess's Sick Piano Teacher (19)
The carriage of the Princess Mansion had long since left from Meng Fu Sheng, and the broad and prosperous street seemed to have no end, extending into the distance, falling into the darkness, and getting narrower and narrower.
A few scattered stars in the sky exude a faint light, which is easy to be overlooked, and surrounds the brighter and brighter moon.
Ye Feng seems to be carrying the fragrance of pear flowers in March, gently lifts up the snow-white sleeves, and flutters about, the pear flowers are lifelike.
The son is alone, heading towards an endless road.
The darkness obscured the youth's facial features, vaguely outlines the delicate and cold profile of the face, and the curve of the jaw is beautiful, but the temperament is cold, and the expression is unpredictable.
A repressed cry of pain shattered in the cold wind and sounded in the darkness.
The son looked for the direction of the voice and approached step by step.
Jin Shuotian never imagined that he had only said a few words, and he was treated so harshly that his originally chaotic brain was awake for most of the time because of the pain.
He was curled up in pain in the depths of the alley, in a daze, no one cared, and he had no strength to leave this place.
Until a pair of snow-white and silver-patterned boots came into view and stopped in front of him, the snow-colored clothes draped down in layers.
"Save, save me..." Jin Shuo cried out for help, making a hoarse voice. He hated to death in his heart, wishing to slash those two people with a thousand swords, but now, he wants to live even more!
"Jin Shuotian."
A clear and pleasant voice cut through the night and grew in the darkness. It was originally a clean and snow-like voice, but it melted with poppy-like danger for no reason, mixed with the low voice of the devil.
At that moment,
Just that voice made Jin Shuotian's whole body's blood flow backwards, like falling into an ice cave, he gritted his teeth and spat out two extremely disgusting words from his lips and teeth: "Jin Yao!"
Jin Shuotian never expected it.
It turned out to be Jin Yao.
When he thought that he had just asked Jin Yao for help, Jin Shuotian felt extremely disgusted for a while, as if he had suffered a great humiliation.
The young man leaned over slowly, every movement was slow, but it seemed graceful before hunting the prey.
The moonlight reflected the youth's delicate face, but it did not reflect the bottomless pupils.
such eyes,
It actually caused Jin Shuotian to react with fear for no reason, even his brain was blank, and he subconsciously wanted to retreat.
"You shouldn't provoke her." Jin Yao looked at Jin Shuotian who was lying on the ground in a state of embarrassment, and said softly, the emotion rolling in his eyes was astonishingly paranoid, completely abnormal bloody, deeply hidden gas.
at that moment,
It fell into Jin Shuotian's eyes without any concealment, and in a trance, Jin Shuotian fell into the eighteen layers of hell that will never reincarnate, and the coldness penetrated deep into the bone marrow.
The strong sense of crisis made Jin Shuotian shout hoarsely: "Jin Yao, you can't touch me—!"
The young violin master smiled. Unlike the loneliness and elegance of the past, he was like a demon growing in the darkness, a demon who hunted the hearts of people. The tyrannical and bloody darkness was hidden in his smile.
In Jin Shuotian's eyes, a dagger with a flickering cold light was reflected, and it felt terrifyingly cold against his face. He heard Jin Yao say:
"I am very angry."
…
After a quarter of an hour,
The young man walked out from the depths of the alley with an expressionless face, leaving the deep darkness step by step.
The moonlight paved a splendid and broken road, and it fell silent.
The young man was dressed in white, clean and unstained, his eyes like thrushes were shrouded in shadows, and he couldn't see it clearly.