Xuan Yingluo walked up and when she was talking to Lu Yeming and Jun Xiqing, she could already feel a cold yet fiery gaze falling on her. The powerful aura brought by the two heavens of ice and fire could not be ignored, so she turned her head and saw Zhou Yu.
Zhou Yu’s tall and long legs stood by the railing. His back was empty, and the black coat on his body was gurgling. His dark eyes were staring at her, just like the northern lands, no, he was sizing her up more wantonly than when he was in the northern lands, the way a man looked at a woman.
Their eyes met, and when he saw her looking over, Zhou Yu raised his sword-like eyebrows, overflowing with an evil aura.
There were no emotions on Xuan Yingluo’s beautiful little face, but her watery eyes were ice-cold.
“Yingluo, let me formally introduce you. This is the king of the northern lands, Zhou Yu. Ah Yu, this is the eldest daughter of the Xuan family, Xuan Yingluo,”Jun Xi Qing said.
