The man in the pool suddenly pronounced the yi sound very lightly, and his voice was silence and sluggish, almost unheard.

The man in white looked in his direction and was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly. "It's Duanmu."

The moon shines on the water, the clear waves are rippling, and the faint fragrance of plum branches and wood is rolling with peach blossoms and the cold fragrance lingers, and the cool breeze suddenly rises.

Mei Shuying didn't speak anymore, and the hand held by Duanmu Jiexian did not move. She was in the cold pool water of Meilin behind the building, which seemed to have not noticed the slight ripples of the wind, and suddenly shed silent voices.

As the night wind stops, the lights are glimpsed, and the black hair is like ink.

He just raised his eyes quietly and looked at the woman who fell on the poolside. His eyes were stunned, trance, and misty.

But someone can't meet.

I don't know how long it took.

Duanmu heard the slight sound of the water twitching in the pool, and immediately felt a cold on his cheeks and was caressed by someone with his palms.

The man in white shook his eyes and before he could react, he felt the aura of the person in front of him approaching with a chilling body.

Duanmu Jiexian's body was cold and wanted to retreat.

The hand that was originally holding Mei Shuying was suddenly held by his backhand.

The knees that had been kneeling for a long time were numb and unconscious, and suddenly the pain was extremely painful. Duanmu Jiexian's body suddenly leaned forward.
Chapter completed!