Miss Waste Chai: Turning into a Concubine

The afterglow of the moonlight shone on his perfect, flawless face.

Dressed in white, personable, with a high nose bridge, perfect jaw curvature, and exquisite facial features as if a stroke of magic, each stroke is carved just right, not too much, not too much.

Peerless in style, unparalleled in evildoers...

Especially when shrouded in the hazy light of the moonlight, it looks unearthly and refined.

Yuehuang looked at Feng Mingye indifferently, sighed secretly at the unfairness of the Creator, how could he have given him such a perfect face, and silently shook her head, "Forget it, the Creator itself is not fair."

Yuehuang was sighing secretly, Feng Mingye suddenly turned around and met her gaze.

Yuehuang was slightly taken aback, her heart skipped a beat when she saw Feng Mingye's deep purple eyes, she hurriedly looked away, and looked at the sky again.

Secretly annoyed at his gaffe, how could he be fascinated by watching him just now.

Yuehuang frowned slightly, not in the mood to admire the moon anymore, raised her hand and closed the window, went back to the back room to sleep, ignoring Feng Mingye's searching gaze.

Feng Mingye watched Yuehuang close the window, with a vague smile on the corner of his mouth, stared at Yuehuang's window for a while, then slowly withdrew his gaze, turned and returned to the house.

Before the fifth watch of the next day, Yuehuang woke up, installed all the weapons on her body as she did every time she set out before, and then took Jin Zhu to find Feng Mingye.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she opened the door, she saw Feng Mingye in the corridor with her back facing her room, tall and straight, apparently waiting for her.

Yuehuang coughed lightly: "Are you waiting for me?"

Feng Mingye turned around leisurely: "Well, is it all right? If it's all right, we'll go to Duanshanya."

"Let's go." Yuehuang replied lightly.

The two walked out of the Murong Mansion one after the other, during which time no one asked where they were going, the journey was fairly smooth, and the spiritual power of the two was comparable to that of ordinary people, so they reached the end soon. cliff top.

Looking at the familiar Broken Mountain Cliff, Yuehuang thought that Qiu Xi died for her here, and felt distressed and hated again.

After she jumped off the cliff that day, Qiu Xi's body was still on the cliff, and she would not have expected that the Murong family would kindly find a place to bury Qiu Xi's body. Now that the place is overgrown with weeds, where can I find it? The shadow of Qiu Xi's corpse,

"Go down," Feng Mingye said lightly.

Yuehuang froze for a moment, then nodded.

Feng Mingye raised his right hand, and the blue-black sword from last time was suspended in the air again, Yuehuang turned over and jumped up, stood still, and just said to Feng Mingye: "Aren't you leaving?"

With a wave of Feng Mingye's sleeve robe, the dark green sword flew directly to the bottom of the cliff with Yuehuang, but Feng Mingye didn't go up, but directly swiped his body, and flew faster than the sword. fly down.

Before the sword arrives, people arrive first... .

Feng Mingye waited for Yuehuang to get down from the sword, and walked into the cave together. Yuehuang frowned slightly: "Do you think something is wrong?" For some reason, she always felt that the scenery here was different from the last time she came here. The times were different, but she couldn't tell where the difference was, but she just felt that it gave people a weird and evil feeling.

"No," Feng Mingye replied lightly.

Yuehuang glanced at him coldly, then looked around, but still felt that something was wrong, always felt that there was a dangerous aura lurking in the air.