Su Kui's words are calm, soft and diffuse, with indescribable persuasion.

As soon as the sweet potato was relieved, she couldn't help looking at the sedan chair in walking. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes and hadn't left, she even suspected that the clothes of chaojieyi had been dropped.

The poetry club is set on a large boat on the moat. Because the boat is huge, it can't stop on the Bank of the city. The guests need to take the boat and go to the center of the river.

In other words, the boat is more like a restaurant that only operates in the center of the river.

It is large enough to accommodate hundreds of people. It is divided into three layers. The top layer is the best place to enjoy the moon.

Poetry fair is also held there.

"Girl, slow down."

The sweet potato helped Su Kui to get on the boat. When he entered the boat, he realized that two men had already stood inside.

The sweet potato was absorbed in sunflower and didn't notice.

Su Kui, on the other hand, looked down at each other's eyes at the first time. He held down the power fence on his head in a panic and turned sideways.

Sweet potato is stunned. Girl, this reaction

"Girl? But I'm not feeling well? " She asked in a whisper of concern.

"Nothing."

Said nothing in the mouth, fingers really tightly grasped the sweet potato wrist, refused to loosen.

Hongtiao noticed her tension and looked around suspiciously. Then he saw two men in splendid clothes standing at the stern of the boat, both of whom were of awe inspiring temperament and extraordinary appearance.

The eyebrows of men in dark purple robes have cold and hard features. A pair of long and narrow black phoenix eyes are like being split by a sharp blade, with an overwhelming sense of coldness and oppression.

The other is more comfortable than the former.

However, sweet potatoes feel more strange in their hearts.

She thought, probably because the man in white looks too far away.

The man with deep eyelids makes his eyes light as if with suction. Sweet potato startled me that the eyes of this God like man were different from ordinary people's light gray, which was very obvious.

Like a silver plate like the moon, just behind them, the moonlight seems to blend into his eyes, dense with a layer of treacherous silver light.

So, even if he always has a gentle smile, it still makes the sweet potato feel afraid.

So, she took Su Kui's hand and kept a distance from them.

"Oh? Ah Mo, it's still rare for a woman to see your face and not be confused. "

One is enough, but it's all the same for the master and the servant.

In particular, the woman who always lowered her head and wore a light colored dress with a power fence seemed to be frightened.

Win different pick high eyebrows, interested look in his dark eyes circulation.

This is a very abrupt statement.

The sweet potato bowed his head, biting his teeth with hatred, and scolded the apprentice secretly!

The man who is called a Mo looks into the eyes and follows the eye that wins the difference. His eyes move slightly when they touch the thin figure.

Like the lake water soaked by the moonlight, it is hard to split a crack.

Let his perfect expression, no longer perfect.

"Amo?" No response. It's strange to win.

One side of the eyes, he noticed, his eyes, straight down on the woman, as if he saw God in general.

"Ah Amo, it's not like you. "

Win different narrow smile, step forward slowly, "two girls are also to participate in the poetry fair?"