Chapter 338 (1/2)

In the early morning, the bright sunlight came in through the window; on the table, the sleeping Fengyu moved her body, which made her neck and arms feel very sour.

She opened her confused eyes and swept the room. The memory of yesterday instantly returned to her mind. Fengyu's eyes moved. She had returned to Haoyuan college.

Last night, she fell asleep on the table. How sleepy was she?

Feng Yu twisted her broken neck, got up from the chair, went to the cupboard, opened it, and took out a document, which she had written before, but she didn't have time to give it to Ye Qian.

The idea moves, the Feng feather then put away the document in the hand, took a suit of clothes to enter the space.

When she came out again, it was half an hour later. She was wearing a clean dark purple skirt, her long hair dripping with water, dripping behind her, and her whole body exuded a charming fragrance.

Fengyu sat down in front of the mirror, took the dry towel beside her and wiped her hair seriously. When it was almost dry, she threw the towel on the table, picked up the comb and combed her hair gently.

After a while, her long black hair was braided into many beautiful braids, long and thin, hanging in front of her chest and behind her head, and the end of her hair reached her thighs.

Feng Yu stood up and looked around in front of the mirror, with a satisfied smile on her lips.

Of course, the braids are not good-looking, but they are also very long.

Feng Yu rare narcissism up, see the girl in the mirror, her eyebrows wrinkled up again, against this face out, too ostentatious.

No, she'd better keep a low profile.

After thinking about it, Fengyu turns around and takes out a piece of purple yarn from the cupboard to cover her face. She turns around in front of the mirror and walks towards the door.

She should have gone to find Ye Qian last night, but when she met beimingchen yesterday, she didn't want to go out again, so she put it off until today.

Can't continue to drag on. After dealing with the affairs here, she wants to go back to see long Zixuan. When she left, she didn't say goodbye to him. If she didn't go back for a long time, what would she do if he couldn't be coaxed?

Push open the door, then see a black meat wall blocked in her door, a cold fragrance with the wind outside the door floated in, Fengyu eyebrows habitually wrinkled up, a pair of eyes suddenly cold several degrees.

After a night, I didn't expect that he was still at her door. What did he want to do?

Hearing the sound of opening the door, beimingchen, who was sitting at the door, stood up calmly and turned to look at Fengyu. His eyebrows were cold and handsome, his dark eyes were deep, and his face was stained with a night's sleepless fatigue, but his clothes were neat and didn't even have a wrinkle.

”You wake up.”

His cold voice is indifferent, light even half of the feelings are not, only in the eyes, there is a touch of excessive violation of the tenderness.

Feng Yu squints at Mou son, a pair of Mou son matchless ice cold of looking at him, she grasps the hands of the door to continuously tighten, is trying to suppress own anger.

After a long time, she took a deep breath, lifted her legs and went out. She closed the door with her hands, and then went down the steps directly. From beginning to end, she didn't say a word to him.

Even after she walked out of the room, she didn't give him an extra look.

Beimingchen saw that she left without saying a word, and the bottom of his eyes was very pale. He pinched his hands tightly, frowned, and raised his legs to follow.

This season's sunshine is not dazzling, the slight breeze is not cold, two people a front and a back, the middle is only two meters away.

From the first time he kept up, Fengyu noticed, but she didn't want to pay attention to him. Haoyuan college was not her, and this road was not hers. Could she not let him go?

Or ask him why he's following her?

If she goes to question, it will only increase the entanglement between two people. Unless she can kill him, it will really be over. But can she kill him?

Unless he stands still, then she can really kill him.

All the way to the small square in front of the Chaoyuan Hall of Bairi peak, there were only seven or eight senior disciples at the venue. When they saw Fengyu and beimingchen coming from a distance, they stopped and looked at them with different eyes.

Although Fengyu had a veil on her face, the senior disciples recognized her at a glance. There was no special reason. The main reason was that there were too few female disciples among the senior disciples.

Originally, there were only yuelingyan and anyunxi, but now there is only one more yunfengyu, which is just three. I have known yuelingyan and anyunxi for many years, so I don't need to think about it. I know that yunfengyu must be right.

Although beimingchen only reported it yesterday, he is so excellent that his disciples can't forget him as long as they take a look at him.

What's more, they heard the news that this new disciple, though cold and silent, was the ninth Prince of the northern underworld family and the prince who had won the throne.The only prince who has been granted the throne is the low-key almost mysterious King Chen?

I didn't expect that the king of Chen was so beautiful, so low-key. It's really surprising.