Chapter 949 Ghost Marriage Bride: Substitute Sacrifice (27)

Luo Qingchen was stunned. Before he could fully react, his left hand was firmly grasped by Murong Ming.

He exuded cold air all over his body, and the haze in his eyes seemed to be able to freeze everyone around him in the next second.

There was a strange horror in the coldness, and a pair of blue eyes half-closed, looking at Murong Hanxuan dangerously.

"Who... who are you?" Murong Hanxuan shook his head vigorously and shouted in panic: "Come... get rid of people..."

"Ka--" Murong Ming's eyes narrowed, and the dark blue light followed his palm and hit Murong Hanxuan's neck fiercely.

The next second, Murong Hanxuan fell to the ground.

The whole process took only three seconds, so fast that Luo Qingchen had not reacted yet, and was pulled by Murong Ming and left the imperial study.

The night wind was cold and the sky was still gray, with a strange red light.

Seeing his unnatural look, she pursed her lips and chuckled, "Why are you here? Are you worried about me?"

In fact, in the past, when she asked such teasing and provocative words, she was always confident that the other party would definitely fall at her feet under her pleated skirt, and her favorability would rise.

But this time, she was a little unsure.

Her heart was beating non-stop, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, and her eyes looked at Murong Ming clearly.

Wait, wait for an answer.

For a long time, there was no prompt sound. He slowly let go of her hand, and his tone returned to that faint lazy tone and said: "Xue'er put something in the sandalwood, so I came to see it."

"What to see?" At this moment, she suddenly felt that the so-called things in the sandalwood were not important at all.

The important thing was why he came, to find her to worry about her, or to see the enemy's embarrassment and the excitement.

Murong Ming was slightly stunned, as if he didn't expect her to ask such a question.

For a long time, until the cold wind blew, the petals of the hibiscus flower fell on her black hair, and she heard his answer.

"You."

Suddenly, I felt that in this strange scene, such a conversation seemed a little quiet.

I couldn't understand what the man in front of me was thinking, and I couldn't understand what kind of heart he had under his lazy appearance.

"Tick, tick--" The sound of two clear drops of water broke the silence.

The glass crystal in Murong Ming's arms was shining with a faint blue light, and four drops of sincere tears gathered together.

"It seems that the story of the Taoist nun and the monk, the princess and the general has come to an end." Luo Qingchen looked at the glass crystal, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

I always feel that the starting point is it, and the end point... will also be it.

"Well, Lou'er is missing." Murong Ming nodded, and his hand holding the glass crystal trembled slightly.

"Lou'er..." Luo Qingchen blinked and said, "Is it the story of the prostitute who sells art and the male ghost?"

To be honest, among these five stories. She is most interested in Lou'er's story, because she always feels that the answer will definitely be surprising.

Why did the brothel girl kill the fiancée who abandoned the male ghost, and still be cursed by the male ghost.

Perhaps, she already had an answer in her heart!

"Yeah." His eyebrows moved slightly, and a very faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, saying: "So when are you going to give me your tears?"

Luo Qingchen shrugged, rolled his eyes at him and said: "If you really need it, I will squeeze a few drops out for you at that time, okay?"

"Only sincere tears will follow the track of the underworld and gather into the glass crystal." Murong Ming looked into her eyes and asked with a slight exploration: "Have you never had a heart-throb and been trapped by love?"