Chapter 843: Jianghu(41)

Fu Yue pushed the Yu Yan who was sitting in front of her bed and unceremoniously called her, "I'm hungry, you can get me some snacks."
Yu Yan pointed to his nose, his eyes widened, and he couldn't believe: "You actually call me? Call the eldest lady of the world bank? Gu Yuning, your brain was kicked by a donkey?"
The fairy baggage is completely gone.
Fu Yue didn't push her angrily, "I'm lame, what's wrong with you?"
Yu Yan left angrily, cursing before leaving, "Eat, eat, you will die."
This woman is a typical knife-mouthed tofu heart, her mouth dislikes Fu Yue, but her body is very honest. When Fu Yue said to eat, Yu Yan had already stood up very consciously.
Yu Yan opened the door and went out.
Fu Yue got off the bed, endured the pain in her leg and walked to the dressing table, looking at the face reflected in the bronze mirror.
The bronze mirror is faint and yellow, and the reflection of the human face in it is a bit distorted, but it is barely visible.
Far mountain eyebrows, almond eyes.
Her long black hair, snow-white skin, her body's calm temperament is like a pool of jasper, no longer the fierce indifference of the past, a bit more of the smell of human fireworks, and her pale lips add a bit of fragile beauty to her.
She will make good use of this beauty.
Fu Yue drooped his thick black eyelashes, and the corners of her lips curled into a satirical arc.
Qi Shen.
Ji Qinglin.
……Ah.
As for Ji Qinglin who ran away.
He did not return to this inn until the evening.
The night became darker, and the sky was as pitch black as an inkstone, without a trace of thick ink. If it were the night sky in the past, there would definitely be a few clouds on it, but tonight there was nothing.
This seems to indicate something...
A person sat on the branch of a big tree behind the inn.
The chic red swordsman.
It was a young young man. He lay on this branch with one hand on the back of his head, holding a hip flask in one hand, shaking slightly.
Even in such a dangerous posture, this person was calm to the extreme, as if he was not afraid of falling.
Ji Qinglin raised his head and took a sip of spirits, and the pungent taste entered his throat, making his throat a little uncomfortable.
He is not good at drinking.
Most of the pot went down, his mind was a little unconscious.
Why drink?
do not know.
Why should he stay here?
……do not know.
Obviously knowing that he has already sunk in, if it continues like this, the ending that awaits him...maybe it is an abyss that will never be restored. But Ji Qinglin didn't want to leave.
Everything has deviated from the original track.
what can we do about it?
……do not know.
It's midnight.
Almost everyone in the inn was asleep, and the lights were all off.
Because this was the first night that Yu Yan went home, her mother wanted her to sleep at home and did not allow her to come out. Yu Yan left aggrievedly.
Fu Yue slept alone tonight.
The room was dark, and the windows were closed so tightly that there was no moonlight in it.
Fu Yue's sleep is very light.
The slightest noise can wake her up.
Dazedly opened his eyes.
Fu Yue saw a figure in red sitting at the table.
"Fuck!"
Fu Yue couldn't hold back the swearing, and subconsciously rolled the quilt and shrank back.
Was scared.
In the middle of the night, I saw a figure in a red dress sitting across from your bed, staring at you straightforwardly. I was scared to put it on anyone! !
Red clothes and ink hair.
This is not the standard for female ghosts!
Fu Yue took a closer look and found that the "female ghost" was wearing a silver mask on her face.
"...Fuck!"