Dongcheng Yao turned his back to Dongcheng Xin, slowly opened the folding fan in his hand, and said calmly, "No matter who she is, she is someone you can't afford to offend right now."
With a faint sigh, Dongcheng Yao concealed the resentment that suddenly welled up in his heart. He lowered his head slightly and looked at the folding fan in his hand, muttering softly, "Have you finally grown up, little wild cat?"
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How could he not know this expression every moment in the dead of night, every moment that accompanied me growing up?
How could that adult, who had fought through blood and fire, be completely unaware of her? I just don't know what made her make such a decision?
When she first arrived in the palace, she was dressed in plain white clothes and her pale face was very touching. However, her expression was full of hesitation and fear. But the only thing that was firm was desire, an endless desire for power.
Her eyes drooped slightly, and sparks were evident in Dongcheng Yao's eyes.
"Young Master, there's some movement." Seeing that no one was paying attention, Sha Ren suddenly stepped forward from an unknown corner and whispered in Luo Wen's ear.
Oh? Luo Wen turned his head slightly and stared at the killing blade for a moment, then slowly turned back to look at the empty hallway, concealing the emotions in his eyes, and ordered in a cold voice, "Go."
Behind the cold-clothed young master, a bright red robe shone. Seeing the three families helpless, the other families sighed in private and then left one after another. Seeing the large group of people leaving, Rong Hua, sitting high in his seat, turned slightly and looked at the young man beside him, who was clenching his fists tightly. His handsome face, which had always had a hint of youthfulness, was now tightly wrinkled. Rong Hua sighed softly and said, "It's time for us to leave too."
"But, Master...!" Rong Jing couldn't help but say loudly, but he also knew that he shouldn't say this, so he stopped abruptly and looked at Rong Hua with unwillingness.
"Let's go." Rong Hua ignored Rong Jing beside him, turned around and looked at the corridor which was now filled with all kinds of people. After a slight pause, he led the many disciples of Shenghan Mountain behind him forward.
"Master..." Rong Jing looked at Rong Hua's departing figure and shouted loudly, but in a blink of an eye, he was drowned out by the noisy voices.
Rong Jing gritted his teeth unwillingly. "You demons, I, Rong Jing, will make you pay with blood! And that stupid, foolish woman, better not let her fall into my hands! Otherwise... humph!"
His silver teeth clenched as he saw the Shenghan Mountain team about to disappear before his eyes. Rong Jing came to his senses and quickly chased after them.
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Wind, wind~ Such a strong wind, a whistling wind. Feeling the cold air coming from the wind, Su Yin shivered slightly, and subconsciously leaned closer to Qian Yue's arms.
"Where are you taking me?" Su Yin asked in a low voice, feeling uneasy.
Feeling the woman in his arms trembling, Qian Yue pursed his lips slightly. He didn't answer Su Yin, but instead held the woman in his arms even tighter. His pace also quickened.
Su Yin raised her head slightly, and saw a resolute and strong face. Su Yin was slightly stunned. Seeing that Qian Yue did not answer, she did not ask any more questions. She lowered her head slightly and buried herself deeply in the man's arms.
In the darkness, the man's figure seemed completely hidden in the night, only a hint of white in his arms betraying his whereabouts. The huge trees and the boundless forest seemed to contain a deep and endless darkness. The moonlight in the distant sky was bright. Looking down from the sky without a single cloud, in the middle of a quiet primeval forest, mud and gravel burst everywhere. Thousands of huge legs crisscrossed and slammed into the ground, and cracks in the earth spread out in a crisscross pattern...
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