As soon as Han Yu finished speaking, his expression shook slightly.

He slowly raised his eyes, and his eyes stared at the man in white without a moment. There was a hint of coldness in his hoarse voice, "Who are you...?"

"Don't be so excited." The man in white saw that he finally had a look on his face, his lips curled slightly, and he seemed to be happy. "I know a lot about you, for example, the massacre that once made you regret..."

Han Yu's face suddenly changed, and his blood was lost.

The man in white smiled and said, "For example, why did you become brothers and sisters..."

Han Yu's lips trembled violently, and a shocked color appeared clearly in the foundation of his eyes.

"For example, what have you and her experienced before, and what may you experience in the future...?" The man in white said word by word, with a leisurely tone and a look of appreciation as if he looked at Han Yu's pale face, "Now, are you going to make a deal with me?"

Han Yu hung his eyes in a daze, and his fingertips trembled violently.

The consciousness seemed to be controlled, and a very distant but clear picture slowly appeared before his eyes, like a flash of light, making his mind confused, unable to tell what reality is, what memory is... nor can he tell what is, what is this life, what is the past life...

The pictures in my memory were intertwined in chaos, and rushed in like a tide. Han Yu only felt cold all over, which was even colder than being in the cold pool of the sun and moon...

He didn't want to know the identity of this man, nor did he want to ask which mysterious and unknown place he came from, let alone what... He didn't want to know anything, and he didn't dare to think about anything...

I don’t think about anything, because I think too much, and every time I feel bloody pain.

"You..." He clenched his hands tightly, and said softly, "Get out."

roll?

The man in white raised his eyebrows, his eyes slightly slight, and suddenly a dangerous aura was emitted from his body, which was enough to make many martial arts masters in the world sense the aura of destruction at this moment, and then they were shocked.

But Han Yu was immersed in his thoughts, as if he was completely unaware of it.

The man in white thought to himself that he really wanted to kill this damn man with one palm, but killing people didn't seem to be very fun.

After thinking about it, he sneered: "A stubborn idiot, do you really think I have the patience to see you look like you are in pain and dying? I am kind enough to treat it as a donkey's liver and lungs. Just make it your own. I am too lazy to pay attention to you."

After saying that, he really turned around and left without looking back.

Walking outside the door and looking at the quiet environment in the palace without a trace of anger, he couldn't help but snort with disdain: "Silly."

After cursing, his mood seemed to be much better. He murmured: "I have expressed my meaning clearly and I also want to help him, but he doesn't appreciate it, so I can't blame me, little darling, you have to make some sense..."

The murmuring voice was so low that only he could hear it. After finishing his complaint, his body flashed and suddenly disappeared into the palace without anyone discovering it.

The house has returned to quiet.

Han Yu lay down at the head of the bed, like a puppet without anger, staring at the curtain on the top of the bed in a daze, his thoughts as if they had already floated far away...
Chapter completed!