Chapter 259
Words:915Update:22/06/27 09:19:29
Yes, he was even more certain of An Mei's other identity.
The man who once said that he would live the most complicated life and be the simplest person.
This white-robed immortal-like man was distant and faintly discernible.
This venomous man who always stood behind Fu Yao and silently supported him.
This man with a withered background, mysterious whereabouts, powerful strength, and a complicated identity.
This man, who was dressed in black, was low-key and sharp.
~
With just a glimpse outside Xuanyuan City, that robust and strange figure had been engraved into his memory for eternity and could never be erased.
She was dressed in white and black. In the extreme opposition, people no longer had to worry that the faint shadow would one day ascend to heaven and disappear unknowingly. The thick brush strokes ruthlessly outlined that person's magnificent appearance. Who would be stunned by that person's beauty?
~
On the horse outside the city, with a calm and indifferent turn of the head, what kind of beauty would that person's eyes be enshrouded with? He must have known that Fu Yao was there. However, the guidance of fate could not be resisted. In the end, he galloped away.
~
In the Cold Palace, the eyes that looked into Lord Rabbit's eyes that flickered in the dark green light flashed past his sad life experiences, the heavy fate of his family, and the various indescribable feelings.
~
While they were running on the rooftop, he had protected Fuyao's back without any hesitation. His voice was filled with pain and anxiety.
He calmly and steadily pulled out his sword. He drew out the experiences of the past without batting an eyelid. He silently revealed some of the deep feelings of love that he could not get.
~
Under Fu Yao's protection, he would always wake up at a critical moment and then fall asleep again. What a black-bellied yet adorable man. In the flowerbed, there was a low laugh. He said, "Does he have the ability to kill me?" At that time, he must have been a little proud. When Fu Yao compared him with the Mongolian physician, how happy would he be? After all, she remembered his temperament in her heart. Suddenly, when he heard that he had to hide in the latrine, he seemed to be shocked. He was still a neat freak. However, he didn't continue to struggle, because it was Fu Yao, because it was that woman, so everything was fine. She made the bed for him. He looked at her with soft eyes. He held her close to him as he fell asleep. He woke up on his knees and nibbled her fingertips. She was bewitched by his beautiful appearance and stroked his lips. He was so calm and at ease with her, but he was still as poisonous as before. In her memory, there had never been such a perfect moment. This was probably the happiest moment he had hoped for ever since he had met Fu Yao.
~
Fu Yao said, "To think that you discovered it the first time you came." The man's eyes flashed, but he smiled and didn't say anything. Perhaps it was because this was the entire palace that he had known since he was a child, but now it was painful. His chest ached in that sour smell. Fate was so difficult. His wet nurse in his childhood, his wife now, and he couldn't escape.
~
He tilted his head and stared at the strong woman in his heart with the light that she was born with. He hoped that she would shine into his once dark life and drive away the haze of darkness that he couldn't get rid of.
~
Who was he?
Could it be that the assassin in black, An Mei, was disgusted by the darkness and blood, and turned into the pure and untainted Medical Sage?
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
