Chapter 2400

Song Zhi pursed her lips. She knew that a person could not easily admit her identity... But,

"I know you must be. No one can have that logo except the dark Pavilion. I don't believe it's a coincidence." Song Zhi smiled and looked forward to seeing him: "you can't not know me. I'm the princess of the palace and the father's favorite daughter. In this world, if you stand with me, we can belong, can't we?"

Su Mo vacated a hand, took the door at will, smelled the speech, slightly hooked his lower lip, and the radian mocked him. His eyes were very dark, like a cold winter night, "Miss Song, who gave you confidence?"

Song Zhi froze. Unwilling to bite her teeth, she whispered, "I know you don't know me now. After all, we didn't meet in the great Song Dynasty, but we can run in slowly. Only we know each other best in the world. After all, we are people from the same place."

After a pause, she continued: "Xu Bai doesn't count at all. She is my personal maid in the great song dynasty." speaking of this, Song Zhi's tone became a little contemptuous: "when I came here, I began to think I was really the eldest miss of the Xu family. Even I didn't recognize it. It was just greed for the wealth of the Xu family."

"If she wants to live a real daughter's life, she also needs to see if she is a fake. You'd better stay away from her..." Song Zhi mentioned the problem of dyeing white. She can't hide her resentment. After all, Song Zhi is stuck in her throat when she thinks about how dyeing white treats her after she comes to this world.

"Song Zhi." Su Mo smiled slowly. His eyes changed like the fog in the night. His expression invaded the sun, but slowly outlined a danger, "you should be glad that there is monitoring here."

The young killer said something irrelevant to the topic. He put one hand in his pocket and gently rubbed the sharp dagger in his pocket with his cold and white fingertips.

Song Zhi was stunned. Even though she was not very sensitive to the danger, she still noticed the slowly eroding cold breath, and she unconsciously fell on the boy's hand.

He was wearing a pure black shirt, the sleeves of which were slightly rolled up, and the cuffs were just exquisite. The cold and white wrist was exposed, and the black pattern on it was like the mark of death.

Set off by snow white and pure black.

A strong and sharp contrast.

A cool color lingers in the sun.

Those hands

It must be especially suitable for holding a long sword or a dagger, and then killing countless people easily and contaminated with countless people's blood.

The real Reaper of human life.

Song Zhi suddenly stepped back. She should be frightened by what she thought. Even under the sunshine, she felt a kind of cold to the bone.

Even his back was sweating, and his clothes were wet with fine and dense sweat.

As a Royal Princess, Song Zhi has also encountered many assassinations. This dark and cold breath is the same as those she has experienced, just like those assassins, No——

Is more cold and indifferent.

Anger.

Song Zhi couldn't help but stare,

what do you mean?

He wants to kill her?!

"Excuse me." Su Mo raised his hand and hooked up the pure black mask, and slowly smiled carelessly. Across the mask, the sound line was a little low, still clear and pleasant, dyed light mockery: "mention her, you don't deserve it."