"Shut up." He opened his eyes, his golden pupils more striking and tinged with anger. His lips parted slightly, and even his voice was unusually pleasant.
Su Yin was speaking nonstop at the moment, and was a little startled by his voice. Why is such a handsome man so scary? However, Su Yin did have some ability to withstand pressure. Compared to her high school Chinese teacher, who was bald and fierce, this handsome man was still much better.
"Wow, you can actually talk." Su Yin winked at him. "That's great. Come on, let's have a deep conversation."
Su Yin habitually ignored the other person's stinky face and continued talking to himself. "Why are you locked up here?"
"How about we escape together?"
"Hey, don't be so pessimistic. My mom said that we must have some hope in life. Hope is the unyielding driving force that keeps us moving forward."
"I'm talking to you so seriously, are you listening?"
"You're going too far. I'm such a beautiful girl, and I've said so much to you, and you didn't even respond. Humph, if I leave, I will definitely not take you with me and let you be abused by a perverted uncle here a thousand times over."
"Hello------"
Qian Yue looked at her, and from the bottom of his heart a kind of irritation arose that he had not felt in a hundred years. It had been a long time since anyone dared to be so presumptuous to him, but he was powerless at the moment. One day he would definitely cut off her tongue.
"If you don't want to die, shut up."
"If you want to die, can you open your mouth?" She tilted her head slightly, watching him close his eyes again in resignation. A faint smile appeared on Su Yin's lips. "You little brat, I'll kill you if you try to fight me." Judging from her years of life experience, this fierce man in front of her was just a soft persimmon, and she would be in trouble if she didn't. He was also a prisoner, and he dared to act so arrogantly with me. What's so good about him being handsome? Su Yin would still scold him.
The brief joy of victory brought Su Yin a small amount of happiness, but it was followed by a feeling of powerlessness and emptiness. She was now terrified. Night had quietly fallen. The candlesticks in the hall were dim, and only the faint moonlight shone through the opening above. The faint light reflected on the empty hall, and the red blood was even more terrifying.
Now she is in an unknown place and meets a beautiful but ghostly man. They are locked up here and she has no way out. She doesn't know what to do.
She couldn't help but hug her knees tightly and curl up into a ball. She had thought that this place might have become an unknown place and was no longer where she was before.
The blood pool, the ancient furnishings in the hall, the ancient relics revealed in the book, the runes with mysterious powers, and the man's inky hair... Everything was like the time-travel novels she'd read before. The plot, which could only appear in those novels, was now truly unfolding before her eyes. The chaotic thoughts in her mind made her feel powerless and terrified. As she thought about it, she tightened her arms, hugged her knees, and slowly fell asleep...
At night, it is also dreamily quiet here, without even the sound of insects.
The woman's slow breathing now spread through the night. The man slowly opened his golden eyes, a strange light flashing in them. He glanced sideways at the sleeping woman, who was huddled up with her knees hugged.
Listening to her light breathing, he couldn't help but feel a little curious. In her sleep, she wasn't as annoying as she was during the day, but had a kind of quiet beauty.
Is she human? He couldn't help but feel a little strange. Why would they let a human in? There wasn't a trace of immortal or demonic aura about her. She seemed just an ordinary human. Could she be a spiritual cultivator? It was ridiculous. How could they let a spiritual cultivator in?
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In the jade-white hall, dense runes drifted faintly in the air. A man closed his eyes and whispered a spell, placing two fingers in front of him. His long black hair fluttered slightly in the air, and his wide robe swayed slightly.
"Junior brother, there are some unusual movements in the pavilion today. Do you want to send someone to check it out?" An old man stroked his beard, looking like an old man, indeed with the air of an immortal.
The man stopped chanting, retracted his two fingers, and a golden light flashed in his eyes.
"No need."
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