White Moonlight Beauty Dressed as a Villain[Transmigration Book]

Chapter 70 is not supposed to be like this

By the time they returned to their original room, it was already getting dark.

Lan Qiu glanced out of the window, the dark sky showed a little deep red, which can't be seen if you don't look carefully.

He was a little groggy and just wanted to sleep.

Fu Yin sat on his side, and there were several layers of red gauze curtains between them, and they could vaguely see each other's faces.

Lan Qiu asked vaguely, "Why do you go to bed so early?"

He looked in Fu Yin's direction, but he couldn't see what the other person looked like, he could only see layers of bright red.

"Qiuqiu is sleepy, go to sleep." Fu Yin's deep voice came through the gauze curtain.

As if it was a lullaby, Lan Qiu opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but could only fall into a deep sleep.

Fu Yin sat by the bed for a long time, his downcast eyes were dull and dull.

He didn't get up slowly until there was a knock on the door outside.

"Lord!"

"What's the matter?"

The person standing at the door is Qi Lian.

"There's something wrong with the world, Hong Qiao, who was still in touch with me before, suddenly disappeared."

Hearing this, Fu Yin's expression didn't fluctuate in any way, and he just said that he knew it and asked him to leave.

The decoration in the hall is very luxurious, the floor is covered with plush carpets of unknown beasts, the hanging red gauze curtains are misty, and the decorations on the walls are all polished by the best spirit stones.

Feel carefully, the most attractive thing is the bed in the middle.

If you don't study it carefully, you will only think that this is an ordinary bed, but if you take a closer look, you will find the difference.

This bed has spiritual power.

Fu Yin lifted the red gauze curtain.

The young man was lying on the big bed, wearing only a red robe, a pair of slender ankles with a bell ring were exposed from the hem underneath.

Fu Yin reached out and touched his cheek. The previous warm temperature had gradually dissipated, and the touch of his fingertips could only feel a coolness.

It seemed to be slowly getting colder.

Even his previously healthy face gradually turned pale, as white as paper.

Like a dead person.

Lan Qiu was woken up by fright. There was a lot of movement outside, and he woke up even if he didn't want to.

He struggled to get out of the quilt, his chubby body was only supported by his paws, and it was a bit difficult to walk.