, The gap between the bookshelf and the bookshelf is hung with a landscape of flowers and birds, Mo Danqing, as soon as you walk in, you can smell the fresh fragrance of ink. The space between the bookshelves and the bookshelves is full of landscapes of flowers and birds, Mo Danqing, as soon as you walk in, you can smell the fresh fragrance of ink. In the center of the house, a man is leaning against a long box with a pen, his long hair like a waterfall, falling gently over his ears, like ink flowing onto white rice paper. Long hair covered his face, but looking at his concentration, he seemed to be painting crafts.

The man refused to write, and when he looked from a distance, he saw a woman on the paper, holding a round bushel fan in her hand, gently covering her chest , slipped step by step, the shapes were flying and touching, but the only regret was that the woman's eyes were still at that point, that is, very beautiful, but also suddenly lost some appearance on this sheet.

The man looked so serious that even Chrysanthemum had to stand aside, daring not to make a sound.

Is this man down and out of the legendary demon world?

But that year, in the claustrophobic valley, she saw the poor and strange battle in Chishuijiao, how could she not be connected by that brutal, two-winged beast and this elegant person?

You don't think the devil has two poor people.

The man hadn't written for a long time, suddenly sighed, put down the pen gently, and stroked his sleeve. get up.

"Your Excellency, your guest has arrived." Chrysanthemum said softly.

The man seemed to have withdrawn from his meditation, looked up and watched him look in the opposite direction. At that moment, Jean Lang saw the devil's face.

The man was eight feet long, tall and thin, with white and jade-like hands splattered with ink, and glowing eyes that were as red as blood. I was surprised by the beauty of this man, but also felt that the beauty of the handsome guy was a bit strange.

"Ice Chrysanthemum, go down and rest. Other things will bother you to deal with your orders." The man said softly, like snow, as gentle as a breeze, which made people feel very comfortable.

Bingju smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, Bingju has its own size." That's it for today. "She saluted softly, walked out the door, and closed it softly.

Although it was daytime, there was still a white candle burning in the room, the flame pointing straight up and not flickering at all.

"The girl has been lost for a long time," he said lightly.

Ran Baolun knew that he was poor, and although his face was handsome, he was still one of the top ten evil warriors of the four ferocious demon families in ancient times. This name cannot be erased, nor can it be erased in any way, nor can this handsome leather bag be hidden, she did not speak, she turned her head and looked to the side alone, the flames turned into eyes, very dazzling. The poor man walked gently towards her, leaving behind the carved box. However, he seemed to feel that there was a huge force suppressing him, and it was extremely difficult to even breathe. In her eyes, flames flashed suddenly, and several of them suddenly went out.

Suddenly, she panicked and said, "I never covered her face, I haven't seen her face in a long time."