Chapter 10: The Romance of the Dao Bone Immortal Wind
People who had just almost experienced the line of life and death, and were so frightened that their souls were scattered, suddenly felt rejuvenated when they heard this chuckle.
This laughter, although it seems a little casual, but for some reason, with a little indescribable warmth, as if a sudden spring breeze blows through people's hearts, melting the ice.
Everyone suddenly came back to their senses, and immediately followed the place where the sound came from, Nanyan couldn't help but turn his head, and saw a tall figure slowly walking up from the bottom of the steps.
The man was dressed in a black robe, and in the light of the fire, he could faintly feel his clothes fluttering, but he could not distinguish the boundary with the night, as if it was condensed by the night; But his skin is extraordinarily white, different from Nanyan's white and delicate, that kind of white is pale as if he has not seen the light of day for a long time, and with a pitch-black robe, the whole person is like an elf conjured up in the night.
As he approached step by step, everyone could see his face clearly.
He was very young, only in his twenties, tall, handsome, and had a gorgeous face like a crown of jade. His expression was very cold, even a little arrogant, but his eyes were very gentle, and there was a tenderness of mercy and tolerance for everything in the world; His eyes are also surprisingly bright, different from Zhu Feng's blazing, sword-like sharpness, these eyes are like bright lights, which seem to illuminate all the dark corners of the world.
I have to say that this is a very outstanding man, even if he has walked in front of King Yan at the moment, the two of them are not inferior to each other.
But what really surprised Nan Yan was that the clothes on his body turned out to be a pitch-black robe!
He's a Taoist priest!
In this palace, there will be a Taoist priest?
Not only Nanyan was stunned, but the eunuchs and palace maids who had just escaped death and the attendants also looked at him with stunned expressions, and everyone wondered where he came from, and at this time, Zhu Feng suddenly said: "Heyi, what are you doing here?" ”
The Taoist priest named "Heyi" smiled and said, "I heard that there was a fire here in the dormitory, and Poor Dao was worried about the safety of His Highness, so he came over to take a look." ”
After speaking, he turned his head to look at Nanyan: "I didn't expect that as soon as I came, I saw such an interesting person." ”
He raised his hand and saluted Nanyan: "Girl, the poor man is the head." ”
This person is not only handsome and abnormally handsome, but also behaves very decently, his head is not high or short, his hands are raised impartially, his clothes are fluttering in his actions, and he even exudes an indescribable romance in the fairy wind.
Nanyan looked at him hesitantly and saluted him.
She came back to her senses a little, this Taoist priest named Heyi was a person from King Yan's side.
Moreover, the relationship is very high.
Because the other soldiers were all submissive in front of King Yan, he was the only one who spoke very naturally.
Nanyan was still analyzing his identity and weighing how he should deal with it, but he heard him say again: "The girl is really a wonderful person, you must know that there are not many people in the world who can survive from the knife of His Royal Highness King Yan." ”
Zhu Feng snorted coldly.
Nanyan smiled bitterly in his heart.
She doesn't think that she has survived from King Yan's knife, besides, now that she calms down, and recalls what she just did and said, she can't wait to slap herself a few times!
What is this?
The fat pig ran into the butcher's house - and found a good death!
(Battlefield Literature)