Miss Third: Secret Service Concubine

In the following day, no matter where Bai Lu was, Yi Gucheng and Huang would follow her, and they couldn't get rid of her.Yi Gucheng had already scolded Huang's ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart, of course... that was also scolding his own ancestors.

Just like that, the three of them were especially dazzling when walking on the street.

Bailu rolled his eyes and walked back from the street.Back at the inn, Qingzhuyu kept winking at him. Half a day later, Qingzhuyu still showed no signs of leaving. Bailu looked at him twitchingly, "Have you seen enough? Go back to sleep after seeing enough." One is annoying enough, one more.

Qingzhuyu glanced at Bailu resentfully, curled her lips and left.

After that, Egret sat on the roof of the inn all day, admiring the sun and the two beautiful men beside him.For the next three days, Bailu was on the verge of collapse, and felt that it was necessary to talk to Yi Gucheng and Huang.

At night, Yinlong came down with a group of his men. There were only ten people, not many, but everyone's class was above the king's magician, and they were all supreme existences if they were taken out casually.

It can be seen that Yinlong attaches great importance to this matter.

After dinner at night, Huang and Yi Gucheng left in a strange way. Although Bailu was surprised, he also knew that they might want to talk about something that they didn't want him to know...

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The night wind blows slowly like snow. In the woods not far away, the leaves are yellow and sparse, and the branches are shriveled. Autumn is coming in a blink of an eye.

"Actually, you don't really hate me staying by Xiaolu's side." Huang raised his eyes to look at a bright moon, and the bright light shone in his eyes. Turning his head to look at Yi Gucheng standing beside him, Huang said: " Right?"

Yi Gucheng's heart trembled, but his face was as expressionless as frost, his dark eyes were like an abyss, bottomless and undetectable.

With his hands behind his back, his body is slender, like a sword from ancient times, carrying the vicissitudes and desolation of thousands of years.

There was silence for a long time, and the surroundings were silent, and each other's breathing could be heard clearly.

"Actually, you are afraid. You are afraid that after Yan Sifeng collects my soul, Xiaolu will not be able to bear the blow, right?" Huang smiled, like a spring breeze, hiding the intoxicating tenderness.

"Actually, although we come from the same soul, we have two completely different hearts."

Huang looked up at the sky again, at this moment, what emanated from his bones was a kind of desolation that had been settled for thousands of years.

Yi Gucheng opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything.

He knew that at this time, it was not good to say anything, he could feel the loneliness and bitterness on Huang.

"Actually, I'm also afraid, afraid that my soul will fly away, but in front of Xiao Lu, I can't show it."

"I also know how cruel this is. Appearing in front of Xiao Lu, but disappearing after a while."

"But I can't help it, I don't want to, but I just want to be able to spend the last time of my life with her."

"..."

In the small forest, Huang's voice echoed.

One speaks with one's heart, and one listens with one's heart.

After a long time, Yi Gucheng walked to Huang's side, raised his hand tremblingly, and patted Huang's shoulder wanting to comfort him, but his hand froze in the air.

His eyes moved slightly, and Yi Gucheng patted Huang on the shoulder forcefully as if making up his mind.

"Don't die so early." No matter how many words were said, it was only one sentence.

The two looked at each other and smiled tacitly.