The Third Thousand Two Hundred and Eighty First Chapters of the Gods in the Heart: The Princess's Sick Piano Teacher (Thirty-Two)
Jin Yao stared at the hands that the two held together, dark eyes surging.
But at this moment-
A black Tibetan Mastiff rushed out of nowhere. The strong body and manic performance made everyone around him startled, and they all avoided the distance for fear of hurting themselves.
The Tibetan Mastiff rammed, made a low threatening sound from his throat, shouted at the dyed white, and rushed up in the next second, his claws slid across the cold light in the night.
The night was as cool as water, and the curved moon was like a hook, like a cold sword unsheathed.
Jin Yao's eyes lifted coldly and slowly, and the dagger hidden in the sleeve was slightly exposed, which was cold and dazzling.
Ranbai's shot was quick, and she was in a good mood today, especially at this moment, so she didn't see blood directly, but kicked the Tibetan mastiff who was about to jump up and overturned.
The owner of the Tibetan Mastiff probably didn't expect the Tibetan Mastiff to run out on his own. He rushed over at this moment and frowned when he saw such a scene, especially when he saw the Tibetan Mastiff lying on the ground in his own house.
He glanced at Dye Bai, but because of the mask, he didn't recognize it, but he could see that he was extravagant, and his identity was definitely not low.
The young master frowned, walked in front of Ranbai, apologized insincerely and perfunctorily, and then walked away without even looking at the Tibetan mastiff who was whining and roaring.
Maybe if Dianbai's identity is not so high, this young master will fight for the Tibetan mastiff who was kicked on the ground in his family.
Ranbai didn't plan to reveal his identity here, it was just a small episode, and he didn't take it to heart.
The princess said softly, "Go back."
The young man stood on the spot, paused, and then smiled very elegantly, as cold as jade: "Is it okay to go back first, Your Highness?"
Ranbai glanced at Jin Yao, and didn't ask Jin Yao what else to do, but just turned and left.
Jin Yao kept watching the princess's back until she could no longer see it. Without the light source, the dark eyes of the young man looked even more profound, like an abyss.
He turned around and went the other direction.
Darkness in the middle of the night, any fireworks in the world, and the secular world, all do not belong to Jin Yao.
He was born to fall into the abyss and grew up from hell.
"Tick, tick..."
Yin Hong blood beads dripped on the ground, infecting the soil along the gap.
in the dark,
A pair of fingers with slender knuckles, like works of art, gently and carefully wiped a blood-stained dagger, moving slowly and elegantly.
look up,
The man had abyss-like eyes.
A little tear mole is breathtaking.
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Ning Yu'an sneaked out of the palace by himself tonight to play. The night in the capital is very prosperous, but Ning Yu'an is rare, so it's a little novel.
The slender and slender girl has picturesque brows, a gentle profile, a reserved and generous appearance.
It's just that the finely curled eyelashes blinked lightly, and the pair of almond eyes reflected the light of the stars, which had a soft and cute taste.
Ning Yu'an didn't know what day it was today, so when the bustling crowd obviously became more crowded, she frowned slightly.
The streets of Chang'an are brightly lit, like stars falling into the world.
Everyone is squeezing forward, and the slender and thin figure of the girl is particularly eye-catching.
I don't know who was hit by someone, and the force in the haste was not light. Ning Yu'an swayed slightly, staggered a few steps subconsciously, and fell back.
Inadvertently bumped into the cold and hard chest, fell into the man's arms, the top of the hair just brushed the arc of the fair and beautiful jaw, the cool temperature and the light and cold fragrance lingered around in an instant.