Chapter 949
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Luo Qingchen was stunned. Before she could react, her left hand was firmly grasped by Murong Ming.
His entire body emitted waves of cold air, and the haze in his eyes seemed to be able to freeze everyone around him in the next second.
There was a strange terror in the coldness. A pair of azure blue eyes were half squinted as he looked dangerously at Murong Hanxuan.
"You … Who are you?" Murong Hanxuan forcefully shook his head and shouted in a panic: "Come … Let me go …"
"Ka — —" Murong Ming's eyes narrowed. A dim blue light followed his palm and ruthlessly knocked down Murong Hanxuan's neck.
In the next second, Murong Hanxuan fell to the ground.
The entire process happened in a short three seconds. It was so fast that Luo Qingchen didn't even have time to react before she was pulled out of the imperial study by Murong Ming.
The cold wind at night was slightly chilly. The sky was still dark and gloomy with a strange red light.
She saw that his gaze was somewhat unnatural. Pursing her lips, she lightly smiled and said: "Why are you here? Are you worried about me?"
Actually, in the past, when she asked such teasing and provocative questions, she was always confident that the other party would fall under her pleated skirt and their favorability would slowly increase.
But this time, she wasn't so sure.
Her heart thumped non-stop. With a faint smile on her lips, she looked at Murong Ming with clear eyes.
Wait, wait for an answer.
For a long time, there was no prompt. He slowly let go of her hand and his tone returned to its usual indolence: "Xue 'er put something in the sandalwood, so I came to take a look."
"What are you looking at?" At this moment, she suddenly felt that the so-called thing in the sandalwood wasn't important at all.
What was important was why he came here. Was he here to find her and worry about her? Or was he here to see the enemy's embarrassing appearance?
Murong Ming was slightly stunned. He didn't expect her to ask such a question.
After a long time, when the cold wind blew and the petals of the hibiscus fell on her hair, she finally heard his answer.
"You."
She suddenly felt that in this strange situation, this kind of conversation seemed a bit quiet.
She couldn't understand what the man in front of her was thinking. She couldn't understand what kind of heart was under his indolent appearance.
"Drip, drip —" Two clear drops of water broke the silence.
The glass crystal in Murong Ming's arms emitted a faint blue light. Four drops of Sincere Tears converged and formed.
"It seems that the story of the Taoist nun and the eminent monk, the princess and the general has come to an end." Luo Qingchen looked at the crystal with a touch of coldness in her eyes.
He always felt that this was the starting point, and the end point … would also be this.
"Yes, only Lou 'er is left." Murong Ming nodded. His hand that was holding the crystal trembled slightly.
"Lou 'er …" Luo Qingchen blinked. "Is it the story of the prostitute and the male ghost?"
To be honest, in these five stories. She was most interested in Lou 'er's story because she always felt that the answer would be very surprising.
Why would a woman in a brothel be cursed by a male ghost when she killed his fiancée who abandoned him?
She probably already had an answer in her heart!
"Yes." His eyebrows moved slightly and the corners of his mouth curved into a faint smile: "So when do you plan on giving me your tears?"
Luo Qingchen shrugged and rolled her eyes at him: "If you really need it, I'll squeeze out a few drops for you, okay?"
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