Solitaire: Rise of the Waste

Chapter 233 The Cold-Blooded Relative 2
Feng Yuexin tried hard to break off the cold fingers that were about to suffocate her to death, but unfortunately, the fingers on her neck were like black iron shackles, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake them at all.

Suddenly, Feng Yuexin smiled!

Just so faintly, gently, self-deprecatingly laughing!
Is this the relative she is looking forward to in the stars and the moon?

But why is it so cold?

Feng Yuexin forcefully opened her eyes that were about to be narrowed into slits, looking at this handsome and charming young man, tears could not stop streaming down from her red eye sockets.

If she had known that there were such cold-blooded relatives, why would she have violated her conscience and betrayed the relatives who loved her, cared for her, and raised her for more than ten years?

Feng Yuexin beat her struggling hands, and slowly closed her eyes...

Looking at Feng Yuexin who was desperate and resigned to his fate, Zhao Wenxing couldn't help but get even more angry, and increased the strength in his hands to kill him.

In fact, he didn't know what he was angry with, let alone whether he was angry at Feng Yuexin for being disobedient, or because Feng Yuexin cared so much about trusting that ugly Yatian.

In short, Zhao Wenxing was extremely irritable at this time. Although he wished to kill this disobedient sister immediately, he still let go of his big hand a second before Feng Yuexin was completely suffocated, and then opened the window without saying anything. Jumped out.

"Cough...cough cough..."

Without Zhao Wenxing's coercion, the sudden influx of fresh air made Feng Yuexin cough uncomfortably like a trachea suddenly ventilated.

Feng Yuexin bent down slightly, while coughing with difficulty, she slightly raised her beautiful eyes and glanced at the two carved wooden windows that were still shaking violently, she fell down on the chair next to her somewhat disturbedly.

The night is getting quieter and quieter, the tired moon hid in the clouds to rest, leaving only a few stars standing guard, and the dreamlike pink gauze curtain was lifted gently in the cool breeze, revealing a stunning face .

Suddenly, the person on the bed sat up suddenly as if awakened by the mischievous wind, and sneezed heavily.

The beauty rubbed the tip of her itchy nose sleepily, and was about to lie down again, but was attracted by the blue figure on the balcony.

In the night wind, the man's clothes fluttered. Since his back was facing the dormitory, the beauty on the bed was not sure who this person was for a moment, but judging from his attire, this person must be a man.

But for the sake of safety, the beauty on the bed lifted the quilt lightly, picked up the sword beside the bed, and tiptoed out.

"Who?" The beauty let out a coquettish voice, and pulled out her Zhiyun sword.

Hearing the coquettish voice, the man standing against the wind on the balcony pulled his face slightly, with a displeased expression on his face.

The beauties in the room vigilantly moved their lotus steps towards the balcony, but when they saw the charming and handsome face of the visitor, they couldn't help but feel a sinking heart, and the beautiful face was also a little pale because of that face.

In the panic, after hearing a crisp sound of metal colliding with the ground in the room, the beauty in the room ran out, and then knelt down respectfully on the ground with a "boom".

"Fei'er, I didn't know that the young master came and disturbed the young master's pleasure of admiring the moon, please punish the young master!" The beauty lowered her head, her face full of shock.

That's right, this beauty is Luo Fei'er, the eldest lady of the Shangshu Mansion, Luo Ningshuang's sister, and the saint of Heisha Building.

"Hehe..." The man smiled charmingly, "You slept soundly!"

(End of this chapter)