Chapter 10 The Romantic Style of the Taoist Immortal
The people who had just almost experienced life and death and were scared to death suddenly felt their souls come back to life when they heard this chuckle.
Although this laughter seemed a little casual, for some reason, it carried an indescribable warmth, as if a spring breeze suddenly blew through one's heart, melting all the ice.
Everyone suddenly came to their senses and immediately looked in the direction where the sound came from. Nan Yan couldn't help but turn her head and saw a tall and slender figure slowly walking up from the bottom of the stairs.
The man was wearing a black robe. In the light of the fire, one could faintly feel his sleeves fluttering, but it was impossible to tell the boundary between him and the night, as if he was condensed from the night; but his skin was exceptionally white, different from Nan Yan's fair and delicate skin. That kind of white was pale, as if he had not seen the sun for a long time. Coupled with his pitch-black robe, he looked like an elf that appeared in the night.
As he came closer, everyone could see his face clearly.
He was young, no more than twenty years old, tall and handsome, with a face as gorgeous as a crown of jade. His expression seemed very cold, even a little arrogant, but his eyes were very gentle, with a kind of compassion and tolerance for everything in the world. His eyes were also surprisingly bright. Unlike Zhu Feng's piercing eyes, which were as sharp as a sword, these eyes were like a beacon, seemingly able to illuminate every dark corner of the world.
I have to say that this is a very outstanding man. Even though he has now walked in front of King Yan, the two of them are facing each other and are not inferior to each other.
But what really surprised Nan Yan was the clothes he was wearing. It was a pitch-black Taoist robe!
He is a Taoist priest!
There is actually a Taoist priest in this palace?
Not only was Nan Yan astonished, but the eunuchs, palace maids, and concubines who had just escaped death also looked at him in astonishment. Everyone was wondering where he had appeared from. At this moment, Zhu Feng suddenly said, "He Yi, what are you doing here?"
The Taoist priest named He Yi smiled and said, "I heard there was a fire in the palace. I was worried about your safety, so I came here to check on you."
After saying that, he turned around and looked at Nan Yan: "I didn't expect to see such an interesting person as soon as I arrived."
He raised his hand and saluted Nan Yan: "Miss, I bow to you."
This man was not only extremely handsome, but also had very decent manners. He lowered his head neither too high nor too low, raised his hands neither too far nor too far, and his clothes fluttered in his movements. His Taoist and immortal demeanor even revealed an indescribable elegance.
Nan Yan looked at him hesitantly and bowed to him.
She came back to her senses. This Taoist priest named Heyi was someone close to King Yan.
Moreover, the relationship is very close.
Because other soldiers were timid in front of King Yan, only he spoke and acted very naturally.
Nan Yan was still analyzing his identity and weighing how to respond, when she heard him say, "Young lady, you are truly a wonderful person. You know, there are only a few people in the world who can survive the sword of His Royal Highness Prince Yan."
Zhu Feng snorted coldly.
Nan Yan smiled bitterly in her heart.
She didn't think she had survived the King of Yan's sword. Besides, now that she had calmed down and recalled what she had just done and said, she wanted to slap herself in the face!
What am I?
The fat pig ran into the butcher's house - and found a good death!
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