Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3877 The villain who wants to get rid of me falls in love with me (26)

  He seems to have a kind of cynical scorn in nature, stubborn and cold-blooded, and even a little bit of innocence. This kind of innocence is placed on him, not childish, but cold-blooded.

  In his eyes, it might be more appropriate to call it a toy.

   "I picked it up on the road." Chu Zhou frowned, his expression was faint, and his tone was flat and straightforward: "I picked it up. Who do you think she is?"

  A little bit random, and a little plain domineering, as it should be, even without thinking.

   Hei Sha was stunned, this answer was expected, and nothing unexpected.

  The other party has always been inattentive, smiling lazily.

  Occasionally, smile and romantic spirits are poured into the throat, and the lingering affection is also vain.

  It doesn't seem to matter all the time, anytime.

  Heisha has seen Chu Zhouzhi showing care, anger and other emotions many times. It is real and vivid. It is hard to imagine that he learned it from others.

  This time I always feel like it’s not pretending, but it’s really possessive for a favorite toy to be snatched away by others.

   "I understand." Hei Sha smiled and said, "So you like her." Then he joked: "What is it called, Mr. Chu has been through thousands of flowers, or is he still touching?"

  Hei Sha was sure, no matter what Chu Zhouzhi's purpose was, seeing that person at the beginning must be a whim, and playing when I was bored, I probably didn't think he would care about it later.

  After all, this man's temperament is like this, and his pursuit of freshness has reached a certain level. very funny.

   Chu Zhouzhi was slightly startled for the first time, he chuckled, his expression was plain, and his peach-eyed smile was blurred. Whatever he wanted to say, he didn't like it much. But at the end of the mouth, he stopped again for some reason, stuck in his throat, silent for a long while without speaking, and was too lazy to discuss this meaningless topic with Heisha, so he didn't say it at all.

  Originally...

  I just don’t like it very much.

  Hei Sha doesn't entangle with Chu Zhouzhi on this topic either. This kind of emotional matter is too complicated for him to be a bad old man.

  You have to figure it out by yourself. Even if he tells Chu Zhouzhi now, the other party will not believe him.

  At night, everything is silent.

When dyed white, I saw the black-clothed boy sitting rigidly and straight on the old wooden chair, holding a long sword in his arms, and closing his eyes, his expression was cold, his pale complexion was a little flushed, and even more so. Morbid.

  She walked over step by step.

   screamed loudly--

   is the sound of the cold sword being unsheathed.

  The young man opened his eyes vigilantly and pointed his sword in the direction of dyeing white. A step away, his body was tight and his voice was hoarse: "What are you doing?"

  It looked like she had a fever, and the cold wind blew for most of the night.

  The cold light of the sword's blade greeted her eyes, dyeing white without waves. After holding it for a few seconds, she turned and walked back to the wooden house. Fifteen, she frowned, clenched the sword and looked at dyed white.

  In the young man's cold eyes, Ran Bai walked out again and threw out a quilt. His actions were rough and not gentle. The cold face probably meant not to die here.

  It was soft with a bit of stale taste, but it was enough to withstand the cold wind in the mountains and forests, and covered the young man unexpectedly. He was seldom stunned, and it took a while to react. He grasped the quilt stiffly, and his brows had not yet loosened.

Yen Bai didn't say anything, didn't look at the boy again, turned around and closed the door of the wooden house. The figure in white clothes was clear and indifferent, a little fuzzy in the night, and the old wooden door creaked with the sound of closing. It is a sound that exists in old memories.

In the night, the young man was sitting on a shabby wooden chair with the quilt in his arms. For a long while, his eyebrows were loosened, he quietly looked down, his sub-eye pupils were dark and quiet, his lips pressed tightly, and he didn't throw it away in the end. He dropped, retracted the sword, and closed his eyes again.

  The night passed quietly.

  The young man sat on a chair outside the wooden house all night. The sun rose from the horizon and the sky was white. He looked at the door that was still closed, took the sword and walked forward, raised his hand and knocked.

no respond.

  He was patient and knocked three more times.

   hasn’t responded yet.

  "Yanbai, come out, we should go." The boy said coldly. When he talked about us, he had a subtle feeling. He never thought that one day he and Yanbai would be called "us".

   Still no response.

  The young man stared at the wooden door, took two steps back, and then violently raised his leg and kicked on the door!

  The wooden door was kicked open directly.

  Ranbai glanced calmly at the sky outside the door. It was still early, and she could continue to sleep without evading. She raised her forehead with one hand and looked at Fifteen quietly.

  She can turn over and continue to sleep, but she is not used to showing her back to others.

  The young man hurriedly glanced at Dyeing White, and saw that she was neatly dressed, only her hair was slightly messy, so he looked straight at her, and asked in a deep voice, "Why don't I tell you to speak?"

  Dyeing white and crooking his head.

  The young man pursed his chapped lips, "Clean up, let's go now."

  Looking at the girl motionless, he frowned and handed her a pen and paper. When the other party stretched out his hand to take the rice paper, the white sleeves slipped an inch, revealing a small red mole on his wrist, and the boy looked away.

--hold on.

  Dyeing white and hanging eyelashes, faintly melancholy.

   "Waiting for what?"

  ——I did not wake up.

  Fifteen, gritted his teeth, looked at the four words that were righteous, and didn't know what to say for a while.

  Fiercely stared at Dye Bai for a long time.

  Dyeing white looked unceremoniously, the sunlight came in through the dilapidated and half leaky window, rendering it into a shallow golden color, falling on her eyelashes, and her pupils also seemed to be covered with a layer of gold, cold and beautiful.

   "One hour." The young man said stiffly: "It can't be more."

Ran Bai raised his hand to let him go out. The boy gritted his teeth and left. After sitting on the chair outside for a while, he was still impatient and unable to calm down. He touched his heart blankly for a moment, not knowing what was wrong, but quickly He pursed his lips coldly and stared at the figure in front of him.

  The girl walked out of the wooden house, Shengxue in white, with picturesque eyebrows, she put on herself a silver-white mask that had been left overnight, and walked out.

  The young man got up and followed her silently, his eyes always vigilant, as if he could see two wolf ears on the top of his hair straight up.

  Ranbai looked at the gossip array in front of her, rude...At first glance, she had been destroyed by violence, but fortunately, she adjusted her position in a hidden place.

  Walking out of the formation with fifteen smoothly along the way, the mountains are lush, the fog has faded, but the morning air is still foggy, and the exit is a slender and elegant figure in red.

When    was dyed white, the red touch hit the bottom of the eye.

   surrounded by mist.

   Chu Zhouzhi looked at her with a calm expression.

Feng Youyou and Liang Junshang were standing not far away. When Feng Youyou saw the boy, surprises flashed in his eyes, but after seeing who the boy came out with, the surprise faded quickly, and then moved too far. Deeply disgusted, he ran up hurriedly, "Fifteen!"

  (End of this chapter)