Chapter 335 (1/2)

”No! No!” the rain fell into the eyes of warm wine. It was sour and astringent. The cold youth in front of him was not as cold as the wind and rain in the sky.

She wanted to say to him, ”you're not as heartless as others say”, but Xie didn't give her a chance to say that at all.

”No, eh.” Xie Zhen sneered, ”Xie Heng did something wrong and went astray. You are so anxious. But I... no matter what dirty things you do, you won't be surprised. Isn't it because you have long recognized me as a villain?”

His every sentence is like a knife. He is late in warming his wine heart.

There are crystal beads across her cheek. I can't tell whether it's tears or rain.

Xie Xuan was very close to her, and the cold could not be held down. She spread around, and her face turned white with warm wine.

”In that case, what do you and I have to say?” Xie Xuan looked at her condescending, then stopped looking, threw down such a sentence in a cold voice, turned and left.

The radian of his lips completely disappeared at this moment.

There are so many people in the world who scold him for his ruthlessness. Are you afraid of this one more?

Warm wine held the tree and slowly stood straight.

She looked at the young man in purple robe and jade belt walking in the rain. There was no expression on her face. The official boots stepped on the rain step by step, farther and farther away from warm wine.

The lights were dim in the distance, and the wind sounded crazy at the end of the street.

The young man walked alone in the heavy rain, and the whole person was wet. However, he still raised his white neck, like a solitary cold green bamboo, standing against the wind without breaking his pride.

Warm wine suddenly remembered.

A long time ago, she asked the third childe if she wanted to be a master.

What he said at that time was ”what about man? It's a mayfly in the world, born in October and dead with a white head. What's the use of everything being empty after death?”

At that time, Wen Jiu knew that Xie Xuan and Meng Chengyun were completely different people.

The Xie Shoufu she knew almost restrained her to death because of Xie Qi. Every time she saw her, she wanted to send her to hell immediately. The civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty complained about his violent officials and torture, but he never wronged any good people.

Those who died in his hands are not good things.

But Xie never bothered to explain.

Xie Heng is very similar to him in this regard.

It was originally a fairy palace ice jade bone, but it was trapped in dust and mud.

He said that Xie Yu turned against his eldest brother for power. He didn't believe it when he died of warm wine!

She picked up the red umbrella from the ground and chased it for twenty or thirty steps before she barely caught up with Xie Yu.

Most of the red cloak was wet by the rain. Wenjiu held an umbrella to cover the wind and rain for Xie Yu, and shouted ”third brother” in a low voice.

The cold young man stood still as if he had been ordered a acupoint, and could not take another step.

Xie Xuan glanced at Wen Jiu, ”what did you call me just now?”

It was probably the loud rain that disturbed his ears. Wen Jiu felt that the third childe's voice trembled slightly.

She raised her head, looked up at Xie Yu's eyes, and called again, ”third brother.”

The volume is obviously much higher this time.

Xie Xuan listened to it clearly. His face became rigid for a long time before he opened his mouth and said word by word: ”I've said that I'm not your third brother!”

”Third brother. ” Wenjiu still calls him that.

Stubborn and stubborn.

Poor words are a little ridiculous.