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Chapter 2232 The white moonlight on the tyrant's heart (21)

Ranbai returned to the room.

The candlelight in the room was not lit, the sky was already dark, and the room was even darker at this moment.

She stood at the door, her back against the edge of the door, with a expressionless face.

She is on the junction of light and darkness.

In front of me, there is no boundless darkness.

Behind me, the light and shadow are confused.

Then Ranbai casually closed the door and the room was completely dark, as if he had personally wiped out the last ray of light.

She lit the candles in a breeze and the room was once again bright.

The candlelight shines, and the white face is also flashing, and the eyes are as secretive as it is.

Feng Luo was glad that Ranbai was not so irrational that he beat everyone in the harem.

actually……

For fast-moving people, being moved by a person is the biggest negative thing.

You may have concerns and hopes, but...

That person will never have memories, and you will not know you. Even every plane, you must start over.

If that person is attracted to you, it is luck, but what if it is not?

Can you always bear the indifference of that person at the beginning?

In fact, Feng Luo felt that Ranbai was quite rational in this matter, at least Feng Luo believed it.

If you can't meet that person, Ranbai can do it well, because everything the success of its host is done by himself.

But what if the official partner really... falls in love with other people?

OK, Feng Luo doesn't need to think about it next

Because there is only one ending.

Dear, human specimens are welcome to experience the art of death?

That's right, that's the final ending hahahahaha.

Although Feng Luo knew that he was a bit unkind to laugh like this, he still wanted to laugh.

"Is it funny?" At this time, a cold and cold voice sounded lightly or hard.

"Of course..." It was funny. This was Feng Luo's first reaction, the second reaction...

Mist grass host!

"It's not funny or not funny at all!" Feng Luo said with a strong desire to survive, "What's there to be funny? Is this kind of thing still funny?! Is it bluntly, no one who wants to laugh is good."

"Oh."

Feng Luo escaped silently.

Ranbai leaned there carelessly, playing with the dagger in her hand, lowered her eyes, and her long eyelashes covered her eyes.

It's still clean, it means he hasn't touched anyone.

This is the only thing Ranbai is satisfied with.

She narrowed her eyes and laughed.

These things are really...

It's not so happy. On the other hand,

Palace,

In the imperial study room,

The atmosphere was incredibly quiet. The eunuch standing next to him didn't even dare to breathe, for fear of harming himself.

His Majesty looked very happy just now, but in a blink of an eye, the temperature in the imperial study room condensed into ice.

The young emperor leaned there coldly, holding a brush with his fair and slender fingers, constantly graffitiing on the white rice paper, and moving very quickly.

He drew a person, to be precise, a girl. He drew everything but didn't draw his eyes.

At the last stroke, Chu Huai suddenly threw down his brush, grabbed the rice paper in his handwriting, kneaded it into a ball, and threw it on the ground without hesitation.

Then I held a brush and repeated the painting like a mechanically icy eye.

The eunuchs and chief eunuch tried hard to lower his head, reducing his presence and dared not say a word, even his breathing sounded extremely lightly.

From his perspective, you can see that countless pieces of waste paper have been thrown on the ground.
Chapter completed!
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