Your Highness Doubi, please take the call: Queen Momoda

Chapter 8
But in front of this gloomy place, on the large wrought iron gate, there are delicate and bright rose flowers.

Blossoming bright roses are blooming with coquettish smiles in the wind, and the petals are swaying one by one, making them even more charming in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The blossoms are like the color of blood, adding a touch of color to this gloomy castle, making it even more mysterious.

Outside the castle, it's a bit gloomy and mysterious, and even those red roses blooming in winter make people feel weird.

However, the inside of the castle has another style, as if the one outside is a dark devil, while the one inside is a bright angel.

Beautiful crystal chandeliers, beige pure wool carpets, and a warm fireplace.

The crystal clear spiral staircase is so beautiful and romantic.

In the hall of the old castle, two teenagers were sitting separately.

A young man sat on the carpet with bare feet and bent legs, with his hands on the coffee table, exuding a faint aura of indifference, and his thin hair covered his eyebrows.

Under the reflection of the bright and bright crystal lamp, circles of flickering circles of light were reflected on the top of the boy's well-defined purple hair. His long and narrow eyes were dim and waveless, as quiet as the sea in the middle of the night.

The thin crimson lips were tightly pursed. He was motionless, just lying on his stomach quietly. If it wasn't for his slender eyelashes that were still fluttering slightly, he would have thought he was a statue.

Behind him, on a European-style sofa, sat a teenager with black-rimmed eyes, reading a book in his hand, and his thin glasses covered the sharpness of his eyes.

Black hair exudes a lustrous luster like black jade, narrow eyes, black and thick eyelashes fluttering gently, a high nose, but the corners of the mouth are slightly raised, as if there is something ridiculous in the book.

This is a quiet and quiet picture, quiet and natural.

Suddenly, a sound of "Peng—" broke this beautiful picture.

The sitting young man frowned slightly, and looked up.

The young man who was reading also put down the book in his hand, folded his arms around his chest, and looked at it too.

"Brother An, Yan, I have big news for you."

Long Qianyao ignored the displeasure of the two of them, and talked to himself, and at the same time, he kept a secret, waiting for the two of them to ask questions, but for a long time, one of the two continued to wander for nine days, and the other picked up the book again, Ignore him.

"Forget it, let me tell you."

Long Qianyao looked at them with some frustration. In this academy, Long Qianyao could walk sideways or backwards, and no one dared to say anything.

There are only two of them, they are very strong brothers, and Brother An is still a teacher and a friend.

In Shengge, apart from the kindergarten and elementary school, it is fairly simple.

There will be a king in junior high school, high school, and university.

The king of Yin Xiyan's junior middle school, although he is a king, his martial arts are very three-legged, and he can't get on the stage at all. However, this Shengge Academy is opened by his family, and the Rose of the Night Club is founded by him.

Even the rules of Shengge's fighting, using fists to talk about the world, were also stipulated by him.

Therefore, he is a well-deserved king, even if he can't fight, no one dares to say anything.

After all, the rules are set by him, whatever he wants, that's what he wants.

(End of this chapter)