Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3278 Gods in the Heart: The Princess’s Sick Guaqinist (32)

  Jin Yao stared at the hands of the two people holding together, dark colors surging in his eyes.

  But at this moment--

  A black Tibetan mastiff rushed out from nowhere. The sturdy size and manic performance made the people around him startled, and they avoided the distance for fear of harming themselves.

  The Tibetan Mastiff ran rampant, made a low threatening sound from his throat, shouted at the white-dyed bark, and directly rushed forward in the next second, his paws flashing through the cold light in the night.

  The night is as cold as water, and the crooked moon is like a hook, like a cold sword out of its sheath.

  Jin Yao's eyes lifted up coldly, and the dagger hidden in the sleeve of his shirt was slightly exposed, cold and dazzling.

  Ranbai shot quickly. She was in a good mood today, especially at this moment, so she didn't directly see the blood. Instead, she kicked the Tibetan mastiff that was about to rush forward.

  The owner of the Tibetan Mastiff did not expect that the Tibetan Mastiff would run out by himself. At this moment, he hurried to see such a scene, especially when he saw the Tibetan Mastiff lying on the ground in his house, frowning.

  He glanced at Dye White. Because of the mask, he didn't recognize it, but he could still see the extravagance, and his status was definitely not low.

  Young Master frowned, walked in front of Ran Bai, apologized insincerely, and then without even looking at it, he left with the wailing and roaring Tibetan mastiff.

  Perhaps if the white status is not that high, the young master would still be upset by the Tibetan mastiff that was knocked over on the ground in his house.

  Ranbai did not intend to reveal his identity here, it was just an episode, and did not take it to heart.

  The princess whispered: "Go back."

  The young man stood on the spot, paused, and then smiled elegantly, cold as a jade: "Your Royal Highness can go back first."

Ranbai glanced at Jin Yao, and didn't ask Jin Yao what else to do, just turned around and left.

  Jin Yao kept staring at the princess’s back until she could no longer see it. Without the light source, the young boy’s dark eyes seemed even more profound, like an abyss.

  He turned around and walked in the other direction.

  Darkness in the middle of the night, fireworks in the world, warmth of the world, none of them belong to Jin Yao.

  He was born into the abyss, tempered and grown from hell.

  "Tick, tick..."

  Yin red blood drops on the ground, infesting the soil along the cracks.

in the dark,

  A pair of fingers with slender joints and art-like fingers, gently and carefully wiping a blood-stained dagger, moving slowly and elegantly.

   look up,

  The man has abyssal eyes.

  A little tearful mole is breathtaking.

  ...

  Ning Yuan sneaked out of the palace by himself to play tonight. The night in the capital is very prosperous, but Ning Yuan is rare, so there are a few novelties.

  The slender girl has picturesque eyebrows, her side face is gentle and graceful.

  It's just the thin and curled eyelashes blinking, the apricot eyes are reflecting the light of the stars, which has a soft and cute taste.

  Ning Yuan didn’t know what day it was, so when the bustling crowd became more crowded, she frowned insignificantly.

  The streets of Chang'an are brightly lit, like stars falling into the world.

  Everyone was squeezing forward, and the girl's slender figure was especially dazzling.

  I don’t know who was hit by him. The strength in the rush was not light. Ning Yuan shook his body slightly, staggered a few steps subconsciously, and fell backward.

  Inadvertently hit a cold chest and fell into the person's arms. The top of his hair just rubbed an arc of the white and beautiful chin. The cool temperature and the light cold fragrance lingered around in an instant.

  At that moment, Ning Yuan was completely confused, his mind was blank, and he didn't react to anything.

  The distance and unfamiliar temperature that have never been so intimate, burning thinking.

  The figure is slender and tall, with a petite girl in his arms, who can easily hug and cover the figure.

A long, white hand held the girl’s slender and soft waist and stabilized Ning Yu’an's figure. It was very graceful without direct contact, and the fragrance was slightly cool. It fell on Ning through the sound of wind. The sound in Yu'an's ear miraculously cut off all the noise around him.

  The deep and sweet voice carries a unique magnetism, like a cello being gently pulled, a bit lazy, mixed with inexplicable cold and evil, calm and alienated demeanor.

   "Girl is okay."

  The light and shadow fell on the land of Chang'an Avenue, smudging with the fine light.

Ning Yuan came back to her senses, and instantly straightened up as if shocked, and stepped back a few steps. The clothes appeared to be broken in the air, and she turned around, her sight hit the figure, a pair of apricots covered in the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River. The shadow of Feng Xiao was reflected in his eyes.

  The young son is dressed in a mysterious dress, cloud sleeves and dark patterns, exquisite and restrained, and an exceptionally superior slender figure. He is unique to aristocrats. Standing in the brilliance of the ten-mile long street, he looks like a god’s mansion in the world.

  I can only sigh with a mask and can't see her face clearly.

  Ning Yuan glanced hurriedly, blushed, and thanked in a low voice, then quickly turned and left. His figure quickly disappeared among the bustling crowd.

  Feng Xiao raised her delicate eyebrows lightly, watching the empty scene in front of her.

  The soft and sweet sound of the girl still echoed in her ears.

  It was originally a night tour of Chang'an City, but unexpectedly, she would run into a girl in her arms, and she fell full, like the moon in the sky came into view without warning.

  He lightly squinted Danfeng’s long and narrow eyes, his eyes were as deep as a starry night, thoughtfully, laughed, lazy and evil.

  Really...like a rabbit.

so cute.

  ...

  The moon is as cold as water, and the night is cold.

  Jinjia,

   was shrouded in darkness, only the sparks were a little bit.

  Yefeng was a little bit chilly, a delicate and delicate woman, about thirty or forty years old, still has her charm, with a somewhat pitiful temperament for no reason, walking on the cobblestone road.

  "Sanyi Niang, beware of the cold, let's go back." The maid standing behind whispered.

  The woman's name is Zhao Huiya. She is the third wife of Jinzhong married, and she is also the least favored. She can be deceived in Jin's mansion.

   also...

  Jin Yao’s biological mother.

  Zhao Huiya paced back and forth, feeling a little uneasy in her heart, bit her lip, she was upset and said nothing.

  Since she heard that Jin Yao returned to Jinfu today, even if she was just playing the piano, her heart was still up and down, for fear that something shouldn’t happen.

  She wanted to find Jin Yao, but it was inconvenient. At this moment, Zhao Huiya felt a bit sad.

  Why didn’t you just die in the first place?

  Why does it still appear...

  Perhaps earlier, she shouldn’t be soft-hearted.

  So that there is now such a problem.

  Zhao Huiya kept biting her lip, her expression unclear, but when she saw a figure from a distance, she was taken aback.

  Jin Shuotian's face was gloomy, and the meteors walked by with strides, his eyes filled with the chill of the night, and he didn't even notice Zhao Huiya.

  (End of this chapter)