The dagger on his face was cold.

The person in front of her had a thick evil aura and completely enveloped her.

For a moment, Carambola Creek was stunned and didn't know how to react.

"Now, do you know you're scared?" he looked down, his burning breath spraying on her face with a hint of reproach and concern.

"You ......" Carambola Creek's hanging heart fell, and it hung up again.

She was afraid that her intuition was really wrong this time, she recognized the wrong person, and shouted Xia Zecheng's name, and she was really finished.

After all, the dagger attached to the face is real, not an illusion.

"Why didn't you obey when you were at home?" he asked again.

"I'm ......" Carambola Creek leaned against the stone wall, looking up into his eyes, momentarily surprised.

"Do you know who they are?"

Seeing that she was stupid, not at all as clever as she usually dealt with Cheng Cuijuan, he couldn't help but have a trace of anger in his tone.

"Those are all outlaws who kill people without blinking an eye and destroy people without mercy! Carambola, are you because you drowned last time, and the water in your brain has not been drained? You dare to follow them alone! I don't know how to use the road in the village to escape with people!"

“……”

Carambola Xi looked at him stunned, still immersed in the entanglement of "is he Xia Zecheng".

"Pak~"

Outside, there was a slight sound.

Carambola Creek subconsciously wanted to turn her head, but suddenly, he grabbed the back of her neck, and before she could fight back, the face in front of her had already fallen down.

On the lips, there is a slightly cool softness, with a familiar smell of grass.

In his mind, there seemed to be something "booming" open, blowing up Carambola Creek's mind blank.

She froze, her eyes wide open.

By this time, he had released her lips, and the slight coolness had slid down her cheeks to behind her ears.

Her whole body was also tightly bound into his arms.

"Someone is watching from outside and fighting back. In his ears, Xia Zecheng's voice came, and in his usual calm, there was a little more urgency and darkness.

Star Fruit Creek was excited, and subconsciously struggled: "Let go of me!"

He didn't let go, but intensified it, and imprisoned her in the stone wall and embrace.

Carambola Creek's attack was also fully controlled by him.

Her hands couldn't move, her knees were pressed, and she kept struggling, and the distance between him became tighter.

"Brother Meng, Brother Aze eats alone!" In the distance, someone was complaining to Lu Meng.

"Oh?" Lu Meng was a little surprised, and then, the footsteps stopped not far away, and the sound of light laughter also came, "It's rare for Aze to take a fancy to him." ”

"Mönggo. The person who reported the news was not convinced.

"If you have Aze's brain, I'll get one for you, too. Lu Meng reprimanded unhappily, "Don't disturb him." ”

There was silence for a long time before the footsteps left.

"Okay?" Carambola listened to the complete lack of movement outside, then stopped struggling and asked in a slightly trembling voice.

He didn't really violate her, but, too close, his breath inevitably fell on her face and neck, making her involuntarily goosebumps, and her heart went crazy.

She had never felt this way.

Panicked, sour, and with a hint of inexplicable sweetness.

At this moment, she no longer doubted that he was not Xia Zecheng.

A person's appearance may be changed by some means, but breath cannot.

She didn't have much contact with him, but his breath had somehow entered her memory.

"Little girl. Xia Zecheng stopped moving, looked up slightly into her eyes, and his voice was slightly hoarse, "Do you know now? If I were one of them, what you would be suffering now might be true." ”

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be ......" Carambola Creek looked back at his deep eyes, her brain was hot, and she blurted out.