Chapter 437

The purple pupil eye that flower falls sends out the cold light of enchantment, a put on sneer spreads in his lips, "it's you again."

He is also very curious, back to his assassination of Chu Yihan, back to chase him, are dust frost, back to think about letting him go?

This time, she didn't come to kill him, did she?

Chenshuang saw him leaning against a tree. Although his posture was leisurely and lazy, his face was pale, obviously very uncomfortable, "who hurt you?"

From the breath of flower falling, we can see that his internal injury is not light, but Chu Yihan's hand just now may not make him so seriously injured, like the injury he had suffered before.

Flowers fall quietly along the way, also don't know where, how to hurt, dust frost heart, because of worry and high hanging.

The flowers had already pulled the black veil on their face, revealing the beautiful and enchanting face. Under the frosty moonlight, they were like a goblin, exuding boundless charm.

He leaned against the tree and said lazily, "just killed a few people. It's no big deal. How come you're killing me again?"

Flower tilts to fall to make fun of, he knows clearly, dust frost this time comes, not with him start.

The dust frost lowers the head, buries the mood under a face icy cold, leans toward the flower, throws a bottle of medicine then turns around to want to leave.

She knew that Hua Qingluo would not give up killing Chu Yihan, but she still advised him, "it's not good for you to be at odds with the Lord."

"None of your business!" Flower fall the most annoying, advised him to resolve hatred, eyes flashed a erasure.

When he finished, he was afraid of the frost.

After a long walk, she covered her sore heart and stood by the side of the road for a long time.

She stroked her sword, her eyes full of struggle and pain.

It's time for her to fight him. It's time for her to kill the flower!

But she can't She let him go again and again.

"Let him go, let him go..."

Every time the flowers fall, her heart will think of such a voice, and then the endless pain spread, in her heart, tormenting her all the time.

In the dark woods, the flowers are falling. Looking at the medicine bottle given by the dust and frost at the foot, they will be crushed when they are raised.

An old hand picked up the medicine bottle and opened it. After smelling it, he handed it to the flower and dropped it to his lips. "Jiuding road high-level pill is good for your health. Take it."

The old man seemed to be comforting, with a voice of command.

Flower is very unconvinced, turned angry, "don't eat! Take it away

The figure of the old man was hidden under a black robe. Except for his wrinkly, dry and thin hands, there was no way to show it.

His voice was as heavy and hoarse as a bellows. "Does the little Lord want to trample his body and watch Chu Yihan grow stronger and stronger, and then have no hope of revenge?"

The flower falls more and more irritable, "shut up!"

He doesn't want to hear that!

"The old slave shut up. What about the princess? Nanling is not a strange place, is it? What happened to the princess in those years, what happened to the young master in those years? Are you going to forget it, or are you going to destroy it on the impulse to Su Yuetong? " The old man's voice sounds like a quiet old well, but it suppresses his deep anger, like a suppressed volcano.

"I'll eat it! You old man, what a lot of bullshit Hua Qingluo was impatient and swallowed a whole bottle of medicine. He was too lazy to listen to this man's wordiness, but this man would not let him go and nagged him in his ear, asking him not to be capricious and think more about how to revenge.