The male god in the quick transmigration story is super fierce.

Chapter 159 The Demon Realm's Elegance (2)

The beautiful eyebrows and eyes are full of fatigue.

With a faint light, his fingers tapped a certain acupuncture point on his body a few times.

Feeling a burst of drowsiness, slowly closing his eyes, the long eyelashes trembled, returning to calm.

The man in the distance stood straight on the spot, his eyes were indifferent, looking at the lord of the palace, Fuhua, without focus.

A black robe and brocade clothes wrapped her slender body, the long silk hair crown fluttered down, and her lips were tightly pursed.

As if it does not exist, the breathing is weak.

It was a little cold, and the door of the hall was not closed, and a gust of wind blew over.

Fuhua's body shivered as he sat on the chair.

The clothes were obviously a bit flimsy, and the piercing wind blew through the hair, covering half of his face, half hidden and half visible, with a mysterious beauty.

The man looked at Fu Hua silently as if he had no senses.

His eyes could clearly see that her body was trembling due to the cold wind, but the more indifferent she became.

Even though his body was facing the cold wind, he still didn't move his feet.

"Crack"

There was a sound at the door.

"What are you doing, don't push me! Don't get caught!"

The man's voice was very angry, but his eyes were quietly watching inside.

"I...how can I push you! Standing there is Mo Yu, who doesn't know, he always doesn't care about anything."

"Hey, Fu Hua fell asleep?"

"It seems to be, it should be his own sleeping hole."

"Oh, but with such a scene, she will definitely think that Mo Yu did it, and our goal has been achieved."

"Well, let's go quickly, in case she wakes up later."

……

There was no trace of movement in the body, and the eyes looked ahead indifferently.

His senses were also very sensitive, and the words of the two fell into their ears.

But no emotion.

He has such a temperament, even if he is framed, even if he is beaten and scolded, he doesn't resist at all.

Like a soul that has nowhere to fly.

The original owner has always disliked him, or even hated him.

After standing for a whole night, I felt that my legs were numb and crippled, and my body was as cold as a piece of cold iron.

"Well……"

Fu Hua opened his eyes with some discomfort.

Frowning, he looked at the man in the distance.

It seems to be the same as last night, faintly.

There is an air of ease all around.

It's very comfortable.

Fu Hua stroked his robe, and walked down slowly.

The long silk is a little messy, and it is gently pulled behind the ears, with a graceful and heroic look in the eyebrows and eyes.

Stopped in one place.

It's really cold, no matter how close she is, her spells can't cover up the cold air.

Why, so cold.

Beautiful eyes looked at his fingers.

Is it as cold as the breath it exudes?
The white bones are clear, the knuckles are all elegant and quiet, and the fingers hang on the sides, without any sense of existence.

He looked at the man with a clear tone.

"Why are you here?"

Only then did Mo Yu set his sights on Fu Hua.

Fingers slowly clenched forward into a fist.

He lowered his head slightly.

"Ling Shang said, the master is calling me."

Fu Hua was stunned for a moment.

He called her, master.

Lingshang is Fuhua's maidservant, and has been with Fuhua since she was a child.

Up to now, there are hundreds of years.

The clear and bright pupils were somewhat curious.

There was a hint of amusement in his eyes.

When I watched him bow his head, blue hair fell on both sides of his cheeks.

Is a very beautiful man.

With a delicate and luxurious atmosphere.

Suddenly saw that his other finger was on.

There is a light yellow ring on the ring finger.

Small, hard to spot, but shaped like the ones on her fingers.

　Murmur

　　
　
(End of this chapter)