After a life-long private appointment with the former Domon Lord

Chapter 46

Chapter 46 Returning to the Palace

    Gui Lan didn't pay much attention to Mu Wushuang in the past, when she touched his head when they first met, he only took it as a provocation.

    But when all the previous things were combined, it was suddenly discovered that Mu Wushuang's clues were so obvious that she almost blatantly put the fact that she liked him on her head.

    Gui Lan's eyelashes trembled so badly that even his hands began to tremble slightly.

    He stared down at his wet fingertips, not understanding why he reacted so strongly.

    To tell the truth, the so-called "admiration" in human speech is quite a lot.

    When he was a Demon Lord, there were many nun and soft women who deliberately approached him, wearing a faint veil, approaching him with a coquettish smile, saying that they would dedicate themselves to the Lord.

    They are usually surrounded by flowers, perfumes and powders, full of colorful smells.

    Guilan hates being approached, and hates all kinds of strange smells.

    It is easy to be attacked in close quarters, and the peculiar smell is easy to prescribe medicine, and poisonous powder and sweat can be added to it.

    So when these female cultivators approached him, they were either shaken away by coercion, or pierced through their hearts by short knives.

    Those who were shaken away would kneel on the ground with a plop, shaking their bodies and kowtow continuously; Chuanxin's eyes would be wide open, and his expression was full of panic and confusion.

    But Gui Lan would just stand there, asking indifferently: "Love this deity?"

    "Say it again." The young man's red eyes were deep, and his voice was cold.

    When they were asked to speak again, they would just tremble their lips and murmur, apart from begging for mercy, they would just cry out.

    Can't hear half of the word love.

    At such times, the young Demon Venerable would raise his lips, crush their skulls one by one, and grind them into fine powder with the soles of his feet.

    He hates others to lie to him the most.

    But these liars are not all useless.

    After the skulls of those beauties were crushed into powder by him, Gui Lan collected them one by one, put them in small glass balls, strung them into strings, made wind chimes, and hung them in front of the palace door to jingle.

    Whenever the wind passes by, the sound is like pearls and jade, like crisp laughter and vague hissing.

    After the wind chime was hung up, no one dared to talk about love in front of him.

    The boy looked at the wind chime with a cold smile.

    Obviously no one came to lie to him again, but he was not happy, even more empty than before.

    It's just that no matter how empty you are, the days will pass day by day. After a long time, you will get used to it.

    After a long time, when Gui Lan saw this wind chime again, he didn't even remember that it was something he had ever made.

    He also gradually forgot that there is such a thing as admiration and liking in the world.

    Gui Lan lay on his knees, the sound of the beating heart in his chest was steady and steady, and it was very clear in the silent car.