Reborn to be an Evil Consort

The devil almost beat him. Is this, this, or his master? Why didn't Mao give the dead boy a slap?

Sure enough, the night was too beautiful and his master was too abnormal!

Luo Wuyou also did not think that this man, at this moment, unexpectedly suddenly changed the topic, he should not ask him for the antidote? However, why does he seem to care at all? Is he not afraid of her poison, or is he not poisoned at all?

Since she didn't give her the antidote, she didn't feel better.

"Well, in this case, the landlord and listen." Luo Wuyou converged his mind, pressed down the sharp pain in his chest and said, "my question is: May I ask the landlord, is your heart black or red?"

"Devil" can't help laughing, please. Isn't it a good guess? What kind of a ghost question is this? It's too stupid. What color is his master's heart? Is it still necessary to ask? It must be - black!

Is he trying to satirize his master? Or is he satirizing his master?

The "evil ghost" laughed happily. However, he soon became unhappy. Because Shangguan Mingyue gave him a cold look, which was a thousand times colder than the one he had just glanced at him. He was so frightened that he closed his mouth and immediately turned himself into an invisible person.

Shangguan Mingyue turns her head and looks at Luo Wuyou. The eyebrows under the mask frown slightly. She thought that this young man would come up with some eternal riddle, but, unexpectedly, he came up with such a problem. It's not that I didn't see the ridicule and ridicule in the eyes of teenagers.

He should have been angry, but, I don't know why, he remembered the young man's bloody smile in his mind, which made him lose his mind slightly. For a time, he even forgot his anger.

For a long time, he didn't know how long it was. No one could touch his mind any more. But tonight, I don't know why, he moved a trace of compassion for a little boy.

It's not like him, and he doesn't like the feeling.

The stone room is very quiet, quiet, only two people's breathing sound, and that jade table, the sound of the hourglass gurgle.

Shangguan Mingyue didn't answer all the time. Luo Wuyou waited quietly. He didn't even ask the "evil ghost" to light the incense. Only the "evil ghost" could not see clearly. Therefore, this is a very simple question. It's just a matter of choosing between red and black. However, why doesn't he answer?

That's weird.

The hourglass is running down a little bit, but Shangguan Mingyue is just looking at the teenager in front of him without blinking. The time of a cup of tea is not short, but it is not long. Soon, the sands in the hourglass will soon run out.

Shangguan Mingyue finally opened her mouth: "who are you looking for and what are your characteristics?" Did you admit defeat?

According to the rules of Mingyue tower, only after admitting defeat will Mingyue tower fulfill its promise and fulfill the conditions put forward by the guests. At this time, the master asked this question, of course, it was a confession!

But how could that be possible? Did his master admit defeat? Did his master admit defeat? For the first time, he heard his master admit defeat. Although he didn't say it, the "devil" still felt that the sky thunder rolled over his head, and his eyes could not hang any longer. Finally, he fell out of his eyes.

Shangguan Mingyue is still expressionless. Although this question is suspected of being ingenious, it is an unsolved proposition. As we all know, human heart is naturally blood colored, but he has no way to prove the answer.

Unless he is willing to gouge out his heart, put it on a plate and put it in front of the young man, no matter what his answer is, the young man can say that it is wrong.

The key lies not in the right answer, but in proving the two words!

It was his carelessness that he let the boy take advantage of it!

Luo Wuyou was also a little stunned. She didn't think that this man would really admit defeat, and even didn't say a word of refutation. To be sure, she played some caution and was also ironic, so she changed her words temporarily. However, according to this man's cold-blooded and merciless personality, he should not give him another slap, hit him again, or kill him directly Did you?

However, no matter what, since the man agreed, she would not be polite. Anyway, this is the purpose of her coming to Mingyue building.

"I need pen, ink, paper and inkstone." Luo Wuyou turns his head and looks at "evil ghost". It means that if you go and get it for me, it's not clear. There are many beautiful girls like Hongjin in Qindu, so it's better to draw them.

She didn't want to offend Shangguan Mingyue again. Naturally, she had to find a green faced "devil."

“……”

"Evil ghost" received Luo Wuyou's eyes, but he hung his head and stood still. Under the mask with blue face and teeth, his white eyes turned one by one. This stinky boy is really rude. Is he the master of the hall? He actually asked him to carry the four treasures of the study for him and do the work of those little boys?After it comes, does he have to grind ink for him?

Please, isn't he too cheap? It's natural to serve as a running errand for the master. As a subordinate, however, this young man? Oh, he is not her who, why should he listen to her command?

Seeing that the "devil" didn't give her a response for a long time, Luo Wuyou was silent for a long time, but he still had to turn his head and look at the white robed man Mingyue. "Can I borrow the four treasures of the landlord's study?"

Shangguan Mingyue looked at Luo Wuyou with a polite face. After a long time, she finally turned her head and glanced at the unwilling "evil ghost" Zhijiu. After receiving the command from the master's eyes, she kept the corners of her mouth. He really wanted to ask, master, is it too big for you to use your subordinates like this?

However, under the influence of his master's son, Zhijiu naturally did not dare to say so. He could only dodge and disappear in the stone chamber.

The two of them are alone in the stone chamber. Shangguan Mingyue's murderous spirit has been recovered, but a pair of eyes always fall on Luo Wuyou's body. Luo Wuyou hangs his head. Even if he doesn't need to look, he can feel the gaze of the man.

Like two needles on her body, it seems that she wants to see through her, but also seems to force her to pierce two blood holes. She has been in high position all the year round, and has been imprisoned for five years. Luo Wuyou has seen all kinds of things in the world, tasted human torture and asked herself. Even if she saw the Emperor today, the emperor who is in charge of the world's life and death, she can calm down and deal with it calmly.

However, in the face of this man, she has always been unable to ignore that sense of oppression.

This man, too powerful, and too moody, such a person, all by their own preferences, a thought is Buddha, a thought is a devil. This kind of person is the most terrible, the most difficult to deal with, and even impossible to deal with.

Such a person, she, can not provoke, after today, she must hide from him far away!

Best, never see you again.

However, the world is changeable, which can not be satisfactory. Luo Wuyou wants to avoid Shangguan Mingyue, but I don't know that since the beginning of meeting with him today, the entanglement between her and him is doomed to be a dead knot. If you want to entangle the whole life, you can't get rid of it.

The "evil ghost" disappeared quickly and came back very quickly, but it was only a few tens of breath. The green face and fanged face of Zhijiu reappeared in the stone chamber, and he also held a holder in his hand, which contained the ink, ink, and inkstone that Luo Wuyou wanted.

Luo Wuyou came forward, polished the ink, picked up the brush and waved it. After a while, he handed the portrait he had drawn to Shangguan Mingyue: "please, the landlord, you must find her safely. Please." It's very important.

"Wait a minute. Don't think you're polite. Our bet is to find one person for you, not two people. So, take back one of your portraits. The people of Mingyue building will not run errands for others for no reason. You..." Without waiting for Shangguan Mingyue to speak, Zhijiu yelled again. Obviously, Luo Wuyou asked him to help him take the paper and pen, which made him have a lot of dissatisfaction in his heart.

Even let him some of the mind is not clear, forget his own duty, repeatedly make the same mistake, did not see his master son still? Where to get him to talk.

Luo Wuyou looks indifferent, but he seems to have foreseen the end of the roast nine.

Sure enough, before he had finished his words, he was swept out of the stone room by a palm wind. The man who started it was Shangguan Mingyue, the master of his family. Who else in this room has the ability to sweep out the door with one hand?

Zhijiu disappears, and the stone chamber is finally quiet. I want to come. Shangguan Mingyue is also annoyed by that man. I don't know, he is a big man. Where does so much nonsense come from? Even Luo Wuyou thinks he is noisy.

"The moon tower never breaks faith. You can go." Shangguan Mingyue flicks away the Zhijiu, and turns to look at Luo Wuyou. His tone is plain, but Luo Wuyou hears a trace of unwelcome. It can be seen how much this man hates him. Luo Wuyou is also a smart person. He is about to leave, but the man suddenly blows his sleeve again.

A record of palm wind hit, Luo Wuyou whole body can not help but float up, blink of an eye, was sent out of the door.

Different from the bum landing on the ground, Luo Wuyou is a smooth landing of both feet.

Luo Wuyou stood still and looked at a red pill in her palm. For a moment, she looked a little stunned. The pill was about the size of her little finger's abdomen. It was lustrous and lustrous, and it emitted a strong fragrance of medicine.

"Isn't it? Little return Dan? " Sure enough, he was sitting on the ground kneading his buttocks and muttering. When he smelled the medicine, his eyes were straight and his face was full of excitement. In the next moment, others had shot Luo Wuyou, and at the same time, he stretched out his hand to snatch the pill.

However, before he touched the medicine with his fingertips, Luo Wuyou retracted his palms. Then, as soon as he lifted his arm, he directly threw the pill into his mouth. The pill melted in the mouth and went into his stomach. There was still a thick and melancholy fragrance between his teeth and cheeks.

"You, you..." Roast nine has a moment of dullness, did not expect that he also has a day of failure: "anything dare to put into the mouth, you are not afraid that it is poison, will poison your boy to death."