(BL)(MTL)Master is dedicated to playing the villain

Chapter 70

Chapter 70 Illusory Life (1)

    Ah Xuan, you have to wait more than a hundred years for your marriage?

    In the scorching summer, the sound of knowing came from the window one after another. In Fengmian Villa, the bedroom was covered with a cool array.

    On one side of the couch, the curtain of the moonlight gauze hangs down, and through the gauze curtain, you can see a figure lying on the side.

    The servant stood outside the curtain, bowed his head and said, "Young master, it's three o'clock in the morning, it's time to get up."

    A lazy hum came from inside the curtain.

    The figure raised an arm, and the wide sleeves of the silk pajama slipped down with gravity, revealing a long but tight forearm.

    The slender five fingers swung, and the two blushing lips lazily spit out a sentence: "It's still early."

    "It's not early, the owner of the family will go down the mountain to welcome the guests in person, it's time to arrive, today is a distinguished guest, neglect No."

    At this time, a brisk young voice came from outside the hospital: "A Xuan!" The

    voice came from far to near, and after a while, he entered the house.

    The visitor came with a golden crown, dressed in black woven cloud brocade with dark gold satin finish, lightly stepped into the threshold, raised his eyes to see the figure on the couch, then raised a smile, stepped forward and lifted the curtain, "Sleep late again."

    The person on the couch is facing the inside, the thin tea-white shirt outlines a clear and dusty outline, the black hair is scattered, covering the edge of the couch, the collar is slightly open back, and half of the white and slender swan neck is faintly exposed.

    The visitor picked up the curtain, and his eyes darkened when he saw this scene. Then he sat on the edge of the couch, gently rolled up the silky black hair, wrapped it around his fingertips a few times, and said in a hoarse voice, "The people from the Vientiane Sect are here, at least they are participating in the sacrifice of our Qiu family. Aren't you going to welcome the guests?" The

    person on the couch finally moved, turned around, raised his slender eyelids, his crow-feather-like eyelashes trembled slightly, and he looked up to meet Yin Zhou's pair of red eyes.

    A beautiful face is reflected in the red eyes. Although it has the childishness of a young man and has not fully grown, it is enough to attract people's hearts, especially the faint red at the end of the eyes, which makes the heart tremble even more. .

    Qiu Wanxuan opened his mouth, his voice still drowsy: "But I'm still sleepy." He ignored Yin Zhou's description of the Qiu family as "we", as if the other party's statement was common.

    He braced himself up straight.

    Yin Zhou tried to help him get up, "What happened recently? I'm so sleepy."

    Qiu Wanxuan hesitated for a while because of his touch, but after seeing the other person's considerate appearance, he held back and shook his head: " I don’t know, it seems that I have been dreaming all night long, and I don’t remember when I wake up, I just feel that the dream is very long, and I feel powerless when I wake up.”

    Yin Zhou asked with concern: “Would you like to see a doctor? By the way, listen. It is said that among the disciples of the Vientiane Sect who came today, there is a genius in medicine cultivation, who reached the realm of medicine immortal only at the age of seventeen."