At the same time, the man's low and hoarse voice rang out like the god of death himself.
"Leave!"
Rongyue trembled. Upon raising her head, she came face-to-face with a pair of blood-red eyes.
His silvery hair was like an immortal's, fluttering in the wind. The man was dressed in blood-red robes and his face was incomparably beautiful. One could even describe this demonic man as a 'beauty that can cause the downfall of a country'.
It was fine that such a man could be exceptionally beautiful. There was also the fact that this guy was capable of acting out two extremes at the same time, both as an immortal and as a demon. His every action was completely suffocating.
"Xiao Yun," Qianbei Ye turned and walked back to Gu Ruoyun's side. His originally eerie and somber expression was now filled with smiles, "No one will disturb you now."
His one smile can cause the heavens and the earth to lose their splendor.
