Chapter 843 Jianghu (41)

Fu Yue pushed Yu Yan, who was sitting in front of her bed, and called her unceremoniously, "I'm hungry, bring me some snacks."

Yu Yan pointed at his nose, widened his eyes, and said in disbelief: "You actually commanded me? Commanding the eldest lady of the world's bank? Gu Youning, have you been kicked in the head by a donkey?"

The fairy baggage is completely gone.

Fu Yue pushed her angrily, "I'm lame, what's wrong with you?"

Yu Yan walked away angrily, cursing before leaving, "Eat, eat, eat, I'll make you fat to death."

This woman is a typical talkative person who hates Fu Yue, but her body is very honest. When Fu Yue said he wanted to eat, Yu Yan had already stood up consciously.

Yu Yan opened the door and went out.

Fu Yue got out of bed, endured the pain in her legs and walked to the dressing table, looking at the face reflected in the bronze mirror.

The bronze mirror was dim and yellow, and the human face reflected in it was somewhat distorted, but it could barely be seen clearly.

Distant eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes.

She has long black hair, snow-white skin, and a calm temperament like a pool of jasper. She is no longer the sharp indifference of the past, but has an air of human fireworks. Her pale lips add a bit of fragile beauty to her.

She will put this beauty to good use.

Fu Yue lowered her thick, curly black eyelashes, and curved the corners of her lips in a sarcastic arc.

Qi Chen.

Ji Qinglin.

……Ah.

*

As for Ji Qinglin who ran away.

He didn't return to the inn until night.

The night is getting darker, and the sky is as dark as an inkstone, with thick ink without a trace of impurities. If it were the night sky in the past, there would definitely be a few clouds on it, but tonight there is nothing.

This seems to indicate something...

*

There was a man sitting on the branch of a big tree behind the inn.

The dashing swordsman in red.

It was a young man who was not very old. He was lying on this branch with one hand behind his head, and he was holding a wine bottle in one hand, shaking it slightly.

Even in such a dangerous posture, this man was extremely calm and seemed not to be afraid that he would fall.

Ji Qinglin raised his head and took a sip of strong wine. The spicy taste entered his throat, making his throat uncomfortable.

He is not good at drinking.

After drinking most of the pot, his mind was already a little unclear.

Why drink?

have no idea.

Why does he want to stay here?

……have no idea.

He clearly knew that he had already fallen into it, and if he continued like this, the ending waiting for him might be an abyss of eternal destruction. But Ji Qinglin didn't want to leave.

Everything deviated from the original track.

what can we do about it?

……have no idea.

*

At midnight.

Almost everyone in the inn was asleep and the lights were out.

Because this was Yu Yan's first night home, her mother insisted that she sleep at home and not allow her to come out. The girl Yu Yan left aggrievedly.

Fu Yue slept alone tonight.

The room was very dark, the windows were closed tightly, not even a trace of moonlight came in.

Fu Yue's sleep was very light.

The slightest noise would wake her up.

He opened his eyes drowsily.

Fu Yue saw a figure in red sitting at the table.

"Fuck!"

Fu Yue couldn't help but cursed, and subconsciously rolled up the quilt and shrank back.

Terrified.

Seeing a figure in red sitting opposite your bed in the middle of the night, staring directly at you, would be scary to anyone! !

Red clothes and dark hair.

Isn’t this standard equipment for female ghosts?

Fu Yue took a closer look and saw that the "female ghost" had a silver mask on her face.

"……grass!"