Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady Chapter 270: : Nothing to say (two)

The coldness revealed in Monsoon Smoke's words caused Liu Huo's heart to shake suddenly. He almost subconsciously wanted to tell her everything, but before he spoke, he swallowed everything. .

Monsoon Smoke looked at the unresponsive flowing fire, feeling a little irritable, she tore off her crown and threw it aside.

The exquisite crown fell on the ground and shattered the jewels on it, as if it had been smashed to pieces on this beautiful night.

"I'm sleepy, go to the next door." Monsoon Yan turned his head, trying to restrain his emotions.

Flowing Huo's gaze drooped, looking at the shattered gem that was rolling down at his feet, his heart felt like a massive boulder, he silently bends over, connecting the broken crown to the The broken pieces were picked up cautiously, and silently withdrew from the monsoon smoke room.

Until I heard the sound of closing the door behind me, the monsoon smoke ran away completely.

"Smelly boy! Don't count on the bridal chamber in your life!" Monsoon Smoke really exploded. She had almost no reservations about Liu Huo, and never asked Liu Huo about his identity.

But now...

They have been married and have become partners for the rest of their lives. Monsoon Yan admits that although she sometimes bullies and bullies Liuhuo, she is very reliable most of the time.

However, Liu Huo obviously didn't intend to open up to her.

Such a result makes Monsoon Smoke very annoyed. Why is the beautiful boy who raised himself so stubborn?

On the other side, Liu Huo went back alone to the room that Monsoon Smoke had arranged for him, a room he didn't need to step into anymore.

In the dark night, he didn't light the candle, but silently hugged the broken crown and sat on the side of the bed, those slender and beautiful hands, carefully rubbing the crown from the darkness. Every detail of, every touch of the fingertips, a picture appeared in his mind. He seemed to see it again. Monsoon Smoke was wearing this gorgeous crown step by step. The appearance of walking by himself.

The eyes in the dark closed in pain, Liu Huo firmly held the broken gem, allowing the edges and corners of the gem to be embedded in his palm.

The blood dripped from his hand, but he didn't feel the slightest pain, but his heart was like being held in the palm of his hand, tearing his lungs.

"It is my luxury."

This night, the Chinese nation celebrated the whole country, but they were supposed to be the two happiest people tonight, but they were destined to sleepless.

After experiencing yesterday’s "shame", Ling He couldn’t wait to inspect the fruits of his sacrifice the next day, but when he was holding breakfast, he stood in front of the monsoon smoke door with a look of expectation, knocking After a long time the door ~IndoMTL.com~ a gloomy monsoon smoke opened the door silently.

That face is definitely the ugliest time Ling He has ever seen.

Subconsciously, Ling He's eyes widened.

Huo!

Could it be that Liu Huo didn't like it?

Just when Ling He was thinking about these things in his mind, Monsoon Smoke subconsciously glanced at the next room.

The door of the next room was locked tightly, and there was no movement.

"Give it to him, I'll go out to eat by myself." Monsoon Yan pursed her lips, and said slightly awkwardly.

Afterwards, without waiting for Ling He's response, she strode out with a meteor.

Ling He was Zhang Er's monk and couldn't touch his head. When he was confused by the monsoon smoke for him to take, the door next door suddenly opened.