The endless grassland is like a huge painting spread out between heaven and earth, pure, distant, in the vast green sea, the earth-shattering shouts of killing, the roar of the beast resounded through the clouds, human nature, animal nature, at this moment, vividly released, let the blood sway, let the tears flow, let the fate dominate the annihilation of life. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Boundless, boundless, countless moving dots focused into a huge and incomparable army, stones, spears, arrows, firs, densely packed, covering the sky and the sun into the sea beasts. The green and black Hongyang that spread to the horizon collided violently together, entangled, fought, trampled, and counterattacked.

The civilian soldiers used their bodies to open the way for the nobles, holding high shields to form a human wall, swooping forward and climbing up the body of the beast one after another, pulling up a shocking net to wrap around the body of the giant beast, and then countless nobles jumped high and stabbed down.

In this cruel sea of death, a red figure plunged deep into the herd, like a sharp knife, pointing directly at the throat of the beast army. Wherever the ghostly figure passed, the sea beasts with low intelligence avoided them out of their innate fear of death.

I don't know how many sea beasts I killed alone, but I stopped moving forward for a while, stood on the shoulder of a snake, and looked back at the battlefield. The crimson cloak was wrapped around the slender body, the blue hair was tied up on the forehead, and the eyes were resolute, wise, and resolute, heroic and radiant, like the wind.

The figure standing in the sky in the blue clear sky, lowered his golden eyes and looked at his empty palm, the cool breeze passed between his fingers, and a trace of bitterness appeared in his mouth.

Five years is enough for the cardamom girl to retire from her youthfulness, put on dazzling jasper, and grow into a generation of Tianjiao.

Her sister, who has grown up, spreads her beautiful wings, breaks free from the cage, and soars into the sky. Stuck in place, it seems, only herself, still in her heart, the little girl who is smiling brightly.

Five years of searching, chasing, more than ten years of waiting.

Shaking her head vigorously, shaking off these inexplicable negative emotions, an arrogant smile rose again on Yan Zhifeng's handsome face, she still had something to do.

Returning to the Qionghai Palace, he took a step with a little impatience, and according to He Lao's confession, Yan Zhifeng went straight to the underground secret room.

"Kaede-sama?" "Kaede-sama?"

Several palace guards guarding the entrance of the secret passage watched the slender figure approach in surprise, but their legs were trembling by the opponent's Emperor pheromones, and they didn't dare to make a move. Watching the magic light flash, the heavy gate melted into the water, and the dazzling golden light disappeared into the underground corridor.

The injured villain, He Lao said that her injuries had not recovered, that is, she was a lord, why couldn't she heal for a long time?

The closer she got, the more restless she became, and there was a strange throbbing in her heart, and she had to figure out where this feeling came from.

"Lord Kaede?" Far away, the two lords in front of the door looked at her dumbfounded, and with a wave of their hands, the two of them suddenly flew out and hit the top of the wall, deeply embedded, and the sand and dust fell.

Gently pushing the door open, the strong smell of herbs and the faint smell of blood filled my nose. The empty inner room, although it is underground, is not damp, and the high skylight in the middle of the roof sprinkles a golden glow, gently enveloping the nanmu bed hidden behind the water-colored tulle in the center of the room.

"Kaede-sama, how are you..."The deep man's voice resounded in the room, and both sides were a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, there were still people in the room, her narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and Yan Zhifeng looked at the person sitting on the edge of the bed and guarding.

Yi Xuan stood up with the sleeping Shurou in his arms, and fixed his gaze on the upward cast, his tall body stiffened slightly, as if he was stunned.

Turning his head, he pulled out a smile that didn't smile, Yan Zhifeng's eyes were cloudy, and he slowly raised his hand.

At this moment, in the big bed covered by light veil, there was a low whisper, delicate and weak, tugging at people's heartstrings.

The flesh of his cheeks trembled, he gritted his teeth resolutely, and pressed his fingertips lightly on Shurou's neck, making him completely faint, Yi Xuan's body was short, so he knelt down on one knee while holding her.

"Lord Feng, please save Manager Su," Yi Xuan looked at the narrow golden eyes with a complicated expression, and said again: "She has been unconscious, getting weaker and weaker. ”

"Get out. The slender figure came to the couch and said without looking back.

Yi Xuan exited the door, closed the door, and stayed outside.

The long finger holding the light tulle hesitated for a while, but finally gently lifted it away.

A small lump of snow brocade mattress swelled invisibly, and a faint hoarse murmur was intermittent.

Slowly lean down and reach out to pull the corner of the futon.

The person lying on his side was tired, his eyes closed, and the soft green silk was spread among the pillows.

The delicate face in the illness is flushed all over, the eyebrows are deeply locked, the dry tear stains can be vaguely seen under the trembling long eyelashes, the lips are white and wrinkled, and the sweaty forehead hair is stuck to the sideburns, looking so pitiful, fragile, and thin.

Her pain was palpable.

There was a heavy stalk in her heart, as if someone was stuck in her throat, Yan Zhifeng only felt that it was difficult to breathe, and the three souls lost seven souls.

His eyes wandered over this sleepy little face, and he condensed for a long, long time......

“… Not... Hurt. An unconscious chant overflowed from the pale lip flap.

Finally, Yan Zhifeng woke up.

Lifted the entire satin quilt, the petite body was only wearing a mattress, the low neckline revealed layers of bandages that were wound and oozing blood, the burns on the arms were covered with herbs, and the fingertips on the pillow were all red, almost saying that the body was incomplete, and the Yin Hong cones scattered between the snow brocade were dazzling.

He gasped, and the fury in his golden eyes was chilling.

"Damn it!"

The figure suddenly rose, neatly tore open her clothes, grabbed the knee and gently hugged her into her arms, and peeled off the wrapped bandages in circles.

When the innermost layer was untied, the injured skin was torn, Su Zi trembled violently in pain, her little hands unconsciously resisted, and she screamed in a dumb voice.

"Don't... Hurt... It hurts..."

During the shouting, the ink eyes slowly opened, but they were scattered and unfocused, and they were misty.

"Bear with me, and you'll be fine soon..."

Murmuring comfortingly, a thin sweat appeared on Yan Zhifeng's forehead, and her breath was disordered with her.

"No... Woo..."

A thin wail went straight to the softest place in her heart. I hated myself for not coming over earlier, why I didn't use the healing technique on the day I first saw him.

"Well, it doesn't hurt..."

I couldn't listen to this miserable trembling anymore, and my golden eyes were full of reluctance and distress. Yan Zhifeng simply performed the operation with one hand and lightly untied the bandage with the other. The glow of the golden glow lit up, and the palm of his hand was attached to the delicate and boneless body and stroked it inch by inch, not even a shallow mark.

Little by little, the damaged skin recovers as before, and the moisturizing carcass gradually reveals its original beauty.

Exquisitely convex, slender and soft waist, cute roundness, small buttocks, panting from the depths of the throat, the sweat beads on Yan Zhifeng's forehead fell down her jaw and dripped on Chi Yu's delicate body.

Sweet torture, the heart is ape, the hands are busy, but the eyes are uncontrollable greed.

Trying to restrain his mind, he was still sweating his clothes, and his chest was rising and falling violently.

When everything was finally over, Su Zi relaxed and fell into a deep sleep, and Yan Zhifeng's palms faded.

This soft and petite body, she was reluctant to let go for a long time.

Gazing at the pretty face pillowed in the crook of the arm, the palm of the palm slid along the soft curve of the back to the small buttocks, rubbing and caressing, fascinated by the delicate touch.

It feels so good to hold her, don't look at her thin, but her skeleton is very petite, her whole body seems to be boneless, and it is soft to the touch.

Yan Zhifeng has had a lot of affairs, but at this time, the heart-wrenching pity, burning desire, I can't wait to hold her forever and not let go, all kinds of strong emotions fill her heart, which catches her off guard.

After a long time, I forcibly suppressed my chaotic mood, and was about to get up to wipe the blood stains on my delicate body, when I suddenly had a sudden birth.

The violent, fierce, and murderous Emperor pheromones swept from behind Yan Zhifeng, and the figure that suddenly appeared silently, without saying a word, a cold and angry palm, with a howling wind, hit her vest.