Ghost eye mad concubine is too hot

Chapter 127 Sincerity
Without resting his gaze on the old monk, Murong Heng turned to Huo Ruge, took out a very neatly stacked paper from his bosom, then took her hand and put it into it.

"This king said that even if you go to hell, you will definitely follow you. This thing is not suitable for this king." As he said, Murong Heng suddenly took back the paper that had been put into Huo Rusinger, and soon after her She tore it into pieces in front of her, and then stuffed pieces of paper into her hands, and said with a smile, "Do you really want to get rid of this king? Even if it's death, do you still have to get rid of it?"

Murong Heng's black eyes were smiling, but the expression on his stern face gradually became serious with his words.It seems that it has merged into a huge group of ink blots, which is both incomprehensible and incomprehensible.

"I want to, I really want to, but you, Murong Heng, are just a piece of dog skin plaster. If you forcefully shake it off, it will hurt, but if you don't shake it off, it will be annoying to watch." Zheng nodded, Huo Ruge replied calmly, with determined eyes.

Hearing the sound, Murong Heng's eyes sank, and when he was about to speak, Zhan Feng's voice suddenly rang in everyone's ears: "Master, the fleet of Yixiaolou has returned..."

return?

After hearing this, everyone on board showed a little puzzlement, especially Monk Bu Er and Yun Zhongque the most.

Suddenly, at this moment, Murong Heng smiled lightly and said: "I came to see this king in such a hurry, this smile is really interesting."

Facing the reverse wind, the incomparably gorgeous three-story boat slowly sailed towards the boat where Huo Ruge and the others were.

"My lord..." A low but respectful voice sounded from the room with crystal bead curtains hanging in the northwest of the third floor of the painting boat. Looking through the bead curtains, there were two figures in the room, one tall and one lower.

The tall one is a tall man in black clothes, and the low one is probably the young man mentioned in the deep voice.

"It's okay." A warm voice came out from the bead curtain, like a pearl-like moist and warm soft light.

The man in black behind him heard the words, although he still wanted to say something, he still nodded heavily.

Seeing that the distance between the two boats was getting shorter and shorter, until there was only a half-foot distance between the bows of different colors, the boat and the painting boat both stopped in place.

Not as flashy and publicized as Jiangnan Dianhong's appearance. At this time, a man who is as elegant as a fairy comes out slowly from the painting boat.

This person is wearing a light blue long cloth shirt, except for the texture of the cotton cloth itself, there are no extra patterns or patterns.Just like his first impression, clean and clear.

Or, too clean.

"Yixiaolou Pai Bai He has met Prince Jing." With his hands together slightly, Pai Bai He slightly hooked his lips, from his gestures to his eyes and tone, it was so perfect that no one could find any flaws.

He is like a perfect god, no one can question it.

Seeing such a man who is so clean to the extreme, Huo Ruge lost his mind for a moment, her lack of focus was mostly due to curiosity and confusion.

Curious about what kind of existence the Yixiao Building is, and confused why there are such clean-looking people in the Yixiao Building.

"The Yixiao Tower really lives up to its reputation. I have just boarded the boat, and I haven't even got my feet on it yet, so you came here. I am really flattered that you attach so much importance to it."

Murong Heng pursed his lips and raised his brows and eyes with a smile.

"Prince Jing speaks seriously, I'm here to apologize." His gaze was fixed on Murong Heng's smiling face, and the pale crane seemed to have never seen the other people in the boat.Including Iron Arm Wuyou, who hurt Jiangnan's little red, and Yun Zhongque, who has a pair of golden eyes.

"Oh?" Raising his eyebrows in surprise, Murong Heng shrugged first, then turned around and looked around the cabin, and then returned his gaze to Pale Crane. "Apologize? Your Excellency has just set foot on this boat, what's wrong?"

Seeing Murong Heng's look of pretending to be stupid to the end, Huo Ruge secretly raised his forehead.

Although she wasn't interested in political tricks or anything, every time she saw him go around in a calm manner, she couldn't help but develop a passive admiration for his natural cheekiness.

This skill is not easy for everyone to practice.

He didn't show any inappropriate expression because of Murong Heng's deliberate pretending to be stupid, only to see Pale Crane nodded slightly and backed away, and then a tall masked man in black stepped out from behind him, the man held his hands in his hands. A tray covered with a black cloth, from the appearance, seems to be a cylindrical thing.

Just when everyone on the boat was still guessing, the masked man suddenly lifted the black cloth.Immediately, an arm with no trace of blood appeared on the tray, it was Jiangnan Dianhong's forearm that was twisted off by the black monk Iron Arm Wuchou.

The scene turned cold.

Murong Heng's pupils shrank slightly, but the pale crane remained soft.

"This arm is quite real." Just when the two of them suddenly fell into a strange silence, a female voice suddenly sounded behind Murong Heng.The person who spoke was none other than Huo Ruge.

Hearing the sound, Pale Crane's eyes suddenly passed over Murong Heng's shoulders, and landed on Huo Ruge's body straight forward, half doubt appeared in the dark eyes.

As if matching his puzzled expression, Huo Ruge stepped forward, without even looking at Murong Heng, and regardless of the different expressions of the people around him, he pointed to the bloodless cross-section of his arm and said with a smile : "The knife is good, and the details are in place, but there is not even a trace of blood on the severed arm. How can it be convincing? Unless..."

"Unless?" Pale He's eyebrows twitched, and his gaze towards Huo Ruge flickered.

Huo Ruge was no stranger to him.The purpose of stepping on this boat was not all because of Prince Jing, but half of it was for the woman in coarse clothes in front of her.

"Unless you throw this thing into the river, if there are fish to eat it, it will be credible." Huo Ruge said with a sweet smile, and the rest of the people were sweating coldly.

If Mu Qingshan, Mu Qiushui and Zhan Feng still didn't know why their master cared so much about this woman, then now, they are completely clear.

Those who can enter Prince Jing's eyes are indeed not ordinary people.

Whether she is overwhelmed by a country or a city, or a combination of talents, although Huo Ruge may not have any special connection with these two, she has her own unique super advantage.

That is, especially cruel and merciless.

Not only can you let go, but you can also be very ruthless.

Such two people are really a perfect match!
Hearing this, Pale Crane was slightly taken aback for a moment, and then quickly resumed its elegant posture just now.

He didn't refute, nor was he overly surprised, on the contrary, he was slightly interested in Huo Ruge's slightly heavy-handed and very inhuman proposal.Even so, it didn't have any adverse effect on his clean and moist posture like a pool of water in the Heavenly Palace.He is still the elegant young man who is as graceful as a fairy and as moist as jade.

(End of this chapter)