Ye Jiangxue was watching Ling Ziliang's lively in the crowd with Yan Junqing, but when Yan Junqing helped Ling Ziliang with help, she suddenly saw a man.

The purple eyes seemed to be carved from the same mold as Yan Junqing had. The difference was that his eyes released domineering, and his handsome facial features drove his eyes, showing his unique taste in a free and ostentatious manner.

This man was surrounded by several guards, each of which seemed ordinary, but in fact the undercurrent was surging. Ye Jiangxue knew at a glance that those guards were not ordinary people, and the real thing was this man. She had never seen such eyes several times in the world, Yan Junqing, Ling Ziliang, Ye Luoming... And the other person she knew might have purple eyes was that person...

The man seemed to notice Ye Jiangxue's gaze and looked back, thinking Ye Jiangxue was ordinary. This was a face he had never seen before. He didn't care about other people's gazes gathering on him because he was a natural king, but Ye Jiangxue's gaze was not the kind of ordinary people. With envy or jealousy, Ye Jiangxue's eyes were too calm and too quiet.

He had only seen such eyes on Ling Qingyu, as if everything in the world was under his control, or, he was alone, caring nothing, and he could not care about anything.

Such eyes appear on such an ordinary man, which is really intriguing.

If something goes wrong, there will be a demon.

The man did not alert the enemy, but continued walking naturally and entered the teahouse, but only paid special attention to behind him while walking.

Sure enough, he was followed.

Ye Jiangxue followed her all the way, without fear, and calmly followed her into the teahouse. She watched the man enter a private room. She stood there less than ten steps away from the private room and raised her eyebrows lightly.

After a moment, she smiled, and the smile was like a snow-white lotus that stretched out from the clear pond, with a kind of indifference that held everything in control.

Since the other party chose to invite you into the trap, then she went into the trap and saw what exactly was there?

Ye Jiangxue naturally walked into the private room, and the guards at the door did not stop them at all. The master's order was to let him in, and they could not object. After all,... it was their misfortune to have such a bloody and casual master.

Ye Jiangxue just entered the elegant room and she had already guessed that the man was Ling Zhexiao. Almost instantly, she sat on the teahouse, her mouth suddenly raised her eyes, her eyes were as cold as the sword.

Ling Zhexiao, who was as cold as the sword energy of the thousand swords condensed into the wind, had a faint smile on his lips. In an instant, there was a kind of demonic beauty. His blood-thirsty eyes stared at Ye Jiangxue, an uninvited guest: "Since you are destined to be, I will invite you to have a drink."

Ye Jiangxue's face was covered with rouge, with no moist luster, but had a pair of beautiful eyes. The water light in her eyes moved slightly, and it seemed full of flaws, but if she wanted to carefully look for her loophole, she could not find a trace of it.

The delicate body was not as good as a man's body at all. Ling Zhexiao stared at Ye Jiangxue coldly. His hands that took his tea bowl were like spring onions. His wrist was as white as snow. His lonely whiteness was slightly white, but his fingertips were bright red with blood.
Chapter completed!