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Chapter 18 Which song do you sing? ! (2)

The mask was removed, revealing the man's true face.

Yun Chu only felt that his eyes were instantly brighter, and he was always as indifferent as her, so he couldn't help but lose his mind for a moment.

There is no other reason, but because the face in front of her is really beautiful.

What kind of eyebrows are like distant black, eyes like starry stars, what kind of face is like a crown of jade, so handsome...

These adjectives are still not appropriate enough for him.

The eyebrows, the eyes, the nose, the lips, even the most provocative person can hardly find fault with this face, especially, the fiery red birthmark between the eyebrows of this person, at first glance, looks like a phoenix in the beginning. Wing, but it seems to be painted on purpose.

Originally, his face was as bright as a bright moon and as moist as a pearl, but because of this phoenix birthmark, it was also tinged with evil spirits.

The man was flying in the air, his night clothes showing elegant water patterns, and the bright red peony flower in his hand was like a stroke of sunshine.

At a glance, Yunchu actually thought of the Feitian she had seen in Dunhuang.

Because the gesture of his hand is also as beautiful as a dance!

Stunning is amazing, just a pretty face is not enough to make Yun Chu really lose his composure.

In just a moment, the surprise in her eyes had faded and turned into a deep one.

"Shen Fengchu, I didn't expect that we would meet for the first time like this!"

With such a beauty, and the special red tire marks between her eyebrows, there is probably only Shen Fengchu in this world who occupies the top spot on the rouge list.

Smiling lightly, she raised her hand to put his black scarf back on her face, after a simple tidying, the man swooped upside down and burrowed into the quilt again.

"Three, two, one!"

Yun Chu counted silently in his heart.

Just count one word, and everything in the freeze frame continues.

The palm of the hunchbacked old man continued to move forward, a look of shock suddenly appeared in his cloudy eyes, and he subconsciously retracted his arms to block back, but it was too late.

In the faint moonlight, that half-bloomed red peony, like a ball of flame, bloomed coquettishly on his side ribs, beautiful but deadly.

The hunchbacked old man's body bent in the opposite direction like a bow.

The petals fluttered, and the slender stems passed through the skirt, and went straight into the flesh and internal organs.

The hunchbacked old man stared, and collapsed like mud on the bluestone floor beside the bed. Shen Fengchu stood still in front of the bed, glanced at the blind spot next to the wardrobe, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The ghostly old man made a move here, obviously, there should be someone here, why is there an empty corner? !

Of course, this astonishment only appeared for a moment and then disappeared. In the next moment, Shen Fengchu's gaze had already landed on the bed again.

On the bed, Yun Chu turned his body slightly, with his eyes slightly closed, "sleeping peacefully".

Looking at the Sleeping Beauty on the bed, Shen Fengchu's eyes were slightly warm.

On the side, although Xiao Bai didn't understand why the master was standing next to it just now, why he suddenly lay back on the bed, but his body instinctively rushed forward, guarding the bed, and bared his fangs at Shen Fengchu.

Sniffing, looking at Shen Fengchu, Xiaobai's eyes revealed a look of hesitation.

At this time, Shen Fengchu's right hand seemed to be grasping casually, but his fingers had already landed on Xiaobai's body, and Xiaobai's body suddenly collapsed to the ground limply.

"Get a good night's sleep, and you'll be back to normal after an hour!"

Bending down, Shen Fengchu patted it lightly on the back, the voice was like coaxing a child, very soft and gentle.

Then he straightened up, stepped past Xiao Bai, and walked to the side of the bed.

Yun Chu's eyes were still closed, his breathing was as steady as in a deep sleep, but the right hand holding the dagger in the quilt had silently tightened.

There was a faint scent of sandalwood approaching, and the skin on her body was gently lifted and slowly pressed down.

He, is helping her cover the quilt? !
(End of this chapter)