Amnesiac Tyrant's White Moonlight

Chapter 67

    Yun Pian Pian was stunned, she didn't know what Xiao Chang Yuan meant by this sentence, she only stared blankly at Xiao Chang Yuan with a pair of tearful apricot eyes.

    Xiao Changyuan pursed his thin lips slightly, but did not speak.

    He stretched out his pale and slender big hand, hugged Yun Pian Pian by the waist, and left the roof of Duoyue Building along the jade steps with light work.

    The performance of Qinggong is inseparable from the cornerstone under his feet. If Fangcai Yun Pianpian really fell from the roof of Duoyue Building, even Xiao Changyuan's martial arts would be powerless, he could only watch her die in front of him.

    Then follow her.

    The night was hazy, and the palace was brightly lit.

    Exquisite palace lanterns hang under the eaves of the palace.

    The palace lantern emits a dim yellow and soft light, illuminating the white marble steps at the foot.

    Xiao Changyuan didn't like the palace servants to serve him personally, so there was no valet beside him. Every time he took Yun Pianpian out of the palace, he would back away from left and right, not allowing the palace people to follow. On the ground, dare not look at them.

    Although the palace was empty, the Duoyue Building was 20 feet high, and the jade platform was so high that the palace people couldn't hear what was going on above.

    Xiao Changyuan carried Yun Pianpian back to the bedroom.

    Put it on the couch.

    Yun Pian Pian didn't know what Xiao Changyuan wanted to do. She saw Xiao Changyuan's indifferent and noble face and his cold eyes, and she felt subconsciously afraid. After he was placed on the dragon couch, she immediately stepped back. , clenched the quilt in his hand.

    Xiao Changyuan originally wanted to lower his head and kiss her, but Yun Pianpian shrank away from his thin lips.

    The emperor's eyes dimmed.

    Yun Pianpian's slender and thick black eyelashes trembled slightly, not daring to look at the dimness in Xiao Changyuan's eyes.

    Heart aches slightly.

    She is not afraid of death.

    As Xiao Changyuan said, her original intention was to seek death. After she died, she could return to the modern age. She was not afraid of the result of death, but she was afraid of the process of death. Yun Pian Pian was worried that she would die very painfully, she was worried that she would be tortured before she died, she just wanted to die in the easiest way, falling from a high building, this was the easiest way to die that she could imagine.

    With a click, she can die.

    But this simple death was destroyed by Xiao Changyuan's hands.

    She was worried that Xiao Changyuan would torture her.

    The man in front of her was once the man she loved the most, but later he became the man she feared the most. She couldn't control him. This sense of loss of control made her afraid. She didn't know what terrible things this man would do.

    Because she doesn't trust him.

    So she is afraid of him.

    Xiao Changyuan lowered his eyelashes and glanced at Yun Pianpian with cold eyes. He turned around and walked to the outside of the dormitory, bypassing the red sandalwood inlaid jade-carved cloud dragon pattern screen, where an imperial case was displayed, and Xiao Changyuan often reviewed memorials there. Behind the imperial case was a red sandalwood bookshelf with many delicate ornaments and some luxurious brocade boxes. Xiao Changyuan took a golden silk nanmu brocade box from the bookshelf.