Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

Strange flowers stared at him like that, the white and delicate fingers unwittingly pinched the cuffs, the voice dried down, I don't know what else to say.

After a long time, the breath of both of them could be heard, Yan Xuan muttered: "When will you be able to practice medicine? ”

Or, what he wanted to ask was when she started to look like this, and that's what he's been trying to ask for the past few days, but he hasn't had a chance to.

It took me a long time to ask.

The stranger's eyes quickly scratched through a different color, palms caged and loose, loose and caged, and then finally loose.

“Almost four months have passed since that day. ”

In other words, four months have passed, and four months is enough to change a lot of things.

Yan Xuanxuan cut a few trance colors in his eyes and whispered: “It's been so long. ”

In the eyes of strangers, the color of the gods calmed down, not half the wave, “the old willow had long died. ”

She died in the dungeons of the day, in mojo, in countless grievances, and those who killed her are still at large.

Her eyes swirled very quickly past the colour, even as calm was restored.

But that's not what she meant, depending on how Yan Xuan understood it.

Indeed, Yan Xuanxuan thought about it for a while and understood what she meant. When a stranger was forced by the situation, he had to grow up, but only to survive.

Or, she's hateful now...

His eyes darkened and his heart sighed, "I know. ”

“My name now is - stranger — on — flower.” It seemed that his eyes were dim, and the stranger hesitated for a moment and said, "For four months, you're the only one who knows. ”

Hiding in the darkness of Yanbeicheng, the eyes of Yanbeicheng glittered, uncontrollably emerged a dark dark color, the elongated palms dropped to the side of the body held tightly, and the back of the hand burst.

Just so you know...

The phrase constantly echoed in his brain, like a demon, making him grasp the angst of flexing his liver in his heart, not even breathing can be one of exhalation.

Fortunately, he noticed his fault in a timely manner, and quickly adjusted his breath back, turning around and leaving, instantly without trace in the house.

The flowers on the stranger's eyes were suddenly sharp, stood up and slowly swept through each and every part of the house with bright eyes.

“Who?” Yan Zenxuan instantly realized, sitting upright, trying to raise his voice.

“Slave shit, slave shit.” The maid sounded slightly frightened while standing outside the house.

Yan Xuan turned her eyes and took a look at the stranger. She relieved herself when she saw her jaw gently. “Sure, it's late. Go and change shift. ”

Night watches are rotating. Now that the maids outside are awake, it is inevitable that they will be prevented from speaking, so let's go ahead.

“Yes.” The maid outside took a sigh of relief and quickly rolled it over.

The stranger stared at the maid outside the window and knew Soso's figure. For some reason, her heart always felt hidden in error, but she could not say what was wrong. Her heart was very tight.

“What's the matter?” Seems to see the wrong flowers on the stranger, Yan Xuanxuan's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, he can't help but leak a few worries in his eyes.