Chapter 3456

Su ziye seemed to solidify, and seemed to be a real friend. He exchanged greetings.

However, Yu Chen's answer every time was particularly cold and short, and his words were like gold.

Su ziye was a little strange. He looked at the figure on the main seat and had some doubts in his heart.

He and the Lin family have made friends for a year, and basically got to know each other's character.

He is a real gentle childe. He has always been elegant and makes people feel very friendly.

But today is different

It looks cold.

It's cold from the bone.

What happened on wedding night.

Su ziye had many thoughts in his mind, but he still restrained them.

His conversation with Yu Chen couldn't go on at all. At last, he was persuaded by the childe if there was anything else.

When Yu Chen returned to his room, ranbai had turned the whole new room over and found nothing useful.

"Back." the girl saw Yu Chen coming back, smiled, directly pressed the person on the seat, lazily supported his cold and beautiful shoulder line with one hand, "who's the other side."

The action of dyeing white is casual and natural, with a bit of cynical frivolity.

Xianjun glanced at her lightly and brushed away the girl's hand. The voice line was unusually cold: "either stand up or sit down."

"It's not at duanyuan peak, as for this." the devil tutted and looked at Xianjun. No matter how he always straightened his solemn back, Yanyan hung his eyes, or pulled a chair over and sat lazily by Yuchen.

Yu Chen didn't respond to ran Bai's words, but the meaning of light and cold was obvious. He said, "childe Zhou is..." he paused for a moment, didn't know the man's name, recalled his voice in the tomb, and said flatly: "they are immortal at midnight."

"Su ziye?" ran Bai raised her eyebrows and smiled. It felt very interesting, "I'm still?"

"Not myself."

"Does Su ziye know the tomb owner?" if ranbai thought, she poured a cup of tea and said, "it seems that she has a lot to do with the tomb owner."

But Su ziye never said it.

After she poured the tea, she just reached her lips and didn't drink it. After taking a look at the Xianjun next to her, she stopped her action, and then handed the tea to Yu Chen, "master, drink tea."

Yu Chen stretched out his hand to block it and pushed it back: "drink."

"I don't think the master has touched half a drop of water since the beginning." ran Bai asked, "aren't you thirsty."

"If you are thirsty, you'd better drink." the devil smiled lazily and wantonly, and then directly put the tea cup against Yu Chen's thin lips, and slowly added the last sentence: "after all, I poured it."

The tea cup suddenly touched her lips and Yu Chen paused. Her cool eyes reflected the girl's eyebrows and eyes. There was a faint shadow swaying in the clear tea.

He reached for the cup.

Dyed white didn't let go.

Two people's fingers covered on the tea cup, fingertips inadvertently touched, the temperature was slightly cool.

"I still want to feed the master." ran Bai doesn't move his face, takes out his hand and gently swipes his fingertips across the slender bone festival of Yu Chen, "but it seems that he doesn't need it."

Yu Chen took a sip of tea and put the cup on the table.

Suddenly, he coughed several times again, and the voice line became hoarse. Even the throat knot turned shallow red because of the cough. Yu Chen took out his handkerchief and held it against his thin lips. Finally, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, which was particularly dazzling on the snow-white handkerchief.

Xianjun looked unchanged, his eyes were indifferent, and his eyes rested on the blood on the handkerchief.

The devil narrowed his eyes, "this blood..."

Not waiting for her to finish, nor waiting for Yu Chen to make any response.

All the scenes in front of me suddenly disintegrated in front of me, ethereal and earth shaking.

Even the other party's eyebrows and eyes gradually become blurred in the line of sight. Finally, they can't catch the figure, as if they keep retreating.

When ranbai opened her eyes again, she was no longer in the wedding room. She stood outside the study alone. It was bitterly cold on March 9.

It seems that the tomb owner accelerated the time and skipped some unimportant things.

And now her hand was still on the door, and she didn't push it. She just heard two voices inside, a man and a woman, talking.

The first one sounded was a middle-aged female voice, with some dissatisfied complaints in her tone. She was not kind and gentle in front of people, and even could be called sour.

"That Lin jiuer is just a beggar. If it weren't for the Lin family, she wouldn't have today. How dare she marry ah Xu."

"Who made ash really promise to marry her?"

"I think ah Xu is really confused. What do you think? She didn't marry a rich young lady. As a result, she married a little beggar who grew up in the market well."

The male voice sank a lot: "who let the little beggar's blood save Xu er's life."

When this sentence fell, the atmosphere in the study fell into a moment of silence.

After several seconds, the female voice sounded and cried painfully, "ah Xu's life in our family is so hard. He just got this strange disease."

"Come on, don't cry." the man's voice sounded a little impatient. "There's no danger about ah Xu's name. There's Lin jiuer. It's good to marry ah Xu and be bound in Lin's house all your life to save trouble in the future."

The conversation between the two ended, and there was no sound in the study.

Lin jiuer still kept pushing the door, but he stood outside the door for a long time, as if he had become a cold sculpture.

Dyed white can feel a real tingling from the body, which almost distorts a heart.

I don't know if I want to come to the original body.

Suddenly.

The picture turns again.

The north wind blows suddenly and the snow is flying. The chill of winter invades the bone marrow inch by inch. It is numb from head to foot.

When ranbai wakes up, he first feels the bitter cold and physical pain.

At this time, Lin jiu'er nestled in the corner of the wall, wearing ragged clothes and not avoiding the cold at all. His little face was dirty and couldn't see the original appearance. He bent over to protect the only steamed bread in his arms. His body trembled in the snow and showed his teeth in pain. Without saying a word, he endured the punches and kicks of several teenagers and swearing.

Maybe,

Her name is not Lin jiuer yet. That person gave her these three words.

She is an orphan. She is the most humble and humble beggar in Chang'an city. Maybe she is not as good as a wild grass.

Others call her Xiao Jiu.

Ranbai can't control her body at the moment. Her soul is like a passer-by in Lin jiuer's body. She can only watch Lin jiuer's life and act uncontrollably according to Lin jiuer's words and deeds and life track.

"Stop!"

When Lin jiuer almost thought he was going to be killed, she heard a voice.

It is as gentle as jade, just like the sound of nature.