Chapter 819： Rivers and lakes (17)

Fu Yue shrank her feet without a trace, and her fingers were slightly tightened while pinching the quilt. She stared at Qi Shen without blinking, for fear that this person would kill her by raising her hand.

After all, the neurotic thoughts are not something she can understand.

Qi Chen was too powerful, and she could be crushed to death with a finger. This recognition made Fu Yue feel myocardial infarction for a while.

She actually fell to this point...

"You want to kill me."

Fu Yue's words are declarative.

She raised her neck slightly and looked at the man in red in front of her. The moonlight shining in from outside the window was set against the bottom of her eyes, which looked very clear from a certain angle.

Say so.

Fu Yue quickly thought about the strategy of escape in his mind, thinking a lot, and found that none of them were useful...

defeat.

In the face of absolute strength, these tactics seem too pale.

Fu Yue stared at Qi Shen: "You can't kill me."

The other party sneered, did not put her words in his eyes, lifted his lips and sarcastically said: "No one can stop me from killing yet."

The handsome face of the man hiding under the mask was pale, and his eyes swept over coldly. His fingers moved, and slowly stretched towards Fu Yue.

See this hand.

Fu Yue's heart jumped, subconsciously recalling the dream of last night.

The feeling of suffocation...

terrible.

Fu Yue reminded Qi Chen: "Don't forget that you were also poisoned by me."

Qi Shen was unmoved, "This seat is not invaded by poisons."

Fu Yue: "..."

This game can't be played anymore.

This person is dead!

Fu Yue suddenly lay flat, and even closed her eyes, with thick black eyelashes hanging down like crow feathers, and her slightly pale lips closed together.

"Then you come."

Anyway, it's dead, what is she toss about?

——An idea from a salted fish.

Qi Shen: "..."

Looking at the girl lying flat in front of me, her beautiful face is slightly pale, this posture, coupled with the unlovable expression, and this imaginative sentence, it is easy to think of something on.

Qi Shen's red lips twitched.

"..."

His movements froze in place.

There was a pause.

Qi Chen retracted his cold white fingers, put them in his sleeves, glanced at Fu Yue lightly, and uttered two words from his lips.

"Uninteresting."

Fu Yue opened one of her eyes and looked at Qi Shen.

The other party continued: "Even killing you makes me feel boring."

Drop such a sentence.

Qi Chen walked away, his figure disappeared in a flash, if it weren't for the cold fragrance of this person in the room, Fu Yue would feel that everything was a dream she had, or a nightmare!

So, what exactly is Qi Chen here for?

Fu Yue didn't believe that this person was idle and had nothing to do to come to her to reminisce about the past.

She reluctantly got out of bed and walked to the door, opened the door and looked out.

Empty corridors.

There is no one.

When Fu Yue closed the door, there was a sudden rush of footsteps outside the door.

Fu Yue's heart beat fiercely.

She subconsciously closed the door hard--

The door did not close.

There was a slender white hand blocking the gap in the door, holding the door on one side, and Fu Yue's eyes were greeted by a section of red clothes.

Who?

Ji Qinglin? Still sad?

The other party pushed open the door slightly, and a familiar and sweet young voice came.

"Girl, don't be afraid, it's me."

The simple six words, but it is easy to let people relax.

However, Fu Yue was not included.

Slightly weird.