C157 Xiao Qinghan I Would like to Talk to You about Something

The light in Xiao Qinghan's eyes was cold. He reached out his hand and slowly let go of her. He looked at Ling Muxue, who was crying like a little flower cat, and there was an indescribable gentleness in his eyes as he leaned over and kissed her lightly at the corner of her eye. He put a hand on her neck and said softly, "Xue'er! Sleep for a while first!"

Immediately, Ling Muxue felt dizzy. She closed her eyes and fainted. Xiao Qinghan tidied up her suit and completely covered her smooth and white skin, placing her on the ground steadily.

The last trace of tenderness in his eyes had disappeared, leaving only a pair of cold, vicious eyes. The murderous intent of the sea was surging, and when he closed his eyes, there was a faint smell of blood.

He stood up and hid his tall body. The dim light covered his body, emitting a blood-thirsty light. The cold wind that blew into his body seemed to carry a fatal killing intent.

He reached out his hand and ripped off the leader's belt. His short black hair blew in the wind, and his handsome and evil features, which were as sharp as a knife, were terrifyingly cold. All of a sudden, the surrounding white-robed men roared and pounced towards Xiao Qinghan.

His long eyelashes fluttered, and when he suddenly opened his eyes, the cold wind whistled.

"All of you will die!"

The moment the white-robed man saw his eyes, the white-robed man's body trembled, and he looked at each other in fear.

However, even though they wanted to run away, they had nowhere else to run. They could only hear the shaking sound of the hall and the screams of pain.

The entire room seemed to be shaking. Some of the pillars were cracked, and they were stained with blood.

The smell of blood filled the entire room. The hot spring, which was originally filled with white mist, seemed to have turned red.

The final loud bang was heard as Xiao Qingshan grabbed the neck of a man in a white robe and pressed it against a pillar, causing the stones to fall down with a crashing sound.

"Speak! Who is the owner behind you?" he asked with a ruthless and angry tone, and as soon as he finished asking...

"Ah! Puff!" The white-robed man spat out a mouthful of blood and closed his eyes. He no longer had any breath.

They actually had poison in their mouths, and as long as they bit through it, they would instantly die.

Xiao Qinghan's eyes darkened. He retracted his hand and the man in white fell to the ground. He then turned around and walked towards the pool. He picked up Ling Muxue and walked away with her hair that was as soft as seaweed in the cold wind.

Inside the manor.

The bright crystal lights in the bedroom lit up the entire room. The classical European style palace was luxurious and elegant.

Ling Muxue, who had just been washed, had a slender and beautiful body that gave off an enchanting fragrance. She lay on the large crimson bed as if a fair body was blooming in a large rose. The creamy white contrasted sharply with the bright red.

The faint light of the lamp on her body gave off a dizzying color, adding to the allurement of her curvaceous, beautiful body.

Xiao Qinghan leaned against the edge of the bed and looked at the woman's beautiful body. His bony fingers moved slowly across her body, and his eyes became more and more unfocused.

However, under that blurry gaze, there was a dark light, as if he was trying his best to resist something. The light and shadow merged with a vicious aura.

As his fingers moved downward, his eyes focused on her. In his mind, he could not help but think of the sound she had made in the pool. His fingers were stiff on her lower abdomen, and his eyes darkened as he looked at her.

He suddenly stood up, covered her with the blanket, and left the bedroom with big strides.

"Don't..."

It was that same terrible dream again - watching Gu Shaochen burn in the flames, and then she could only watch as thorny rose vines wrapped around her body.

But this time, it was different. He actually dreamed that Xiao Qinghan was holding onto her body that was wrapped in vines, and the blood from the two bodies fused together gave off an extremely bewitching and charming color that was dazzling to the eye.

She tried to push Xiao Qinghan away, but he held her tightly, refusing to let go. Even though the sharp pain was eating away at him, he held her tightly, not wanting to let go. Even though she was covered in thorns, he still wanted to pull her into his arms.

"Don't..."

"Miss Ling! Miss Ling!"

Ling Muxue suddenly opened her eyes and her forehead was covered in sweat. She was a little surprised to see a maid.

At this moment, there were several maids standing in the room.

"Miss Ling, you're awake. We came to help you change your clothes and wash up!" A maid said respectfully with her head lowered.

Ling Muxue slowly sat up straight and covered her body with a thin blanket. "Where is your young master?"

She seemed to have gotten used to seeing that handsome face the moment she opened her eyes, but now that she saw that it was not him, she was actually a little disappointed and surprised.

"Young Master is in the study room right now. He ordered us to serve Miss Ling."

"Your young master ordered you to serve me?" Puzzled.

"Yes, Miss Ling!"

Ling Muxue lowered her eyes slightly. She clearly remembered that Xiao Qinghan had said that in the future, she would be the one to dress her wife.

Why now...

"You guys can leave now. I can do it myself!"

The maid hesitated for a moment but did not say anything. She respectfully left the room and closed the door.

Ling Muxue sat on the bed for a while and got up to put on her clothes. She looked at the band-aid on her palm. Xiao Qinghan must have put it on her.

Usually, at this time of day, he would see him at first sight, and then he would hold him in his arms and comfort him gently, and why, now, was there a strange pain in his heart?

She stared at herself in the mirror for a while and then went to find him. She got up and walked out of the bedroom door. She walked to the study room. All the servants who saw her bowed their heads and greeted her with respect.

Coincidentally, she bumped into the maid who was preparing to serve tea at the entrance of the corridor.

"Miss Ling!"

"Let me do it!"

Ling Muxue took the tray and stood at the door of the study. She knocked on the door with one hand and said, "Xiao Qinghan!"

No response.

"Xiao Qinghan, I want to talk to you!" As she spoke, she still did not reply. Could it be that there was no one in the study room?

"Xiao Qinghan, are you there?" Although there was no response, Ling Muxue could feel that Xiao Qinghan was inside, but why did he ignore her? At that time, he was clearly apologizing to her, so why was he now... Suddenly, she felt a little uneasy.

Finally, she reached out her hand and placed it on the door handle. She pushed it open.

In the large double study room, there was a thick ancient aura. The curtains weren't drawn and the light was dim.

Ling Muxue entered with the tray in her hand. A strong smell of smoke filled the room. She looked around and saw a handsome and tall figure standing in front of a French window. The thick curtain was pulled open a crack, and strands of light shone in through the crack, lengthening his heavy shadow on the ground.

He was reaching up and down, smoking a cigar, and his already handsome, dizzying face was wreathed in smoke, which added a touch of helplessness and coldness to his face, but also gave off a fatal charm.