Ling Xuanluo fled for his life, and finally escaped to his own shoreless lake. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

As long as the water of the heart lake is sprinkled into the eyes of the white wolf, her mana can be broken and Jiang Nanjun can be returned.

Before he could reach the branches, Sanya had already attacked him from behind and fought him in one place.

The shadow of the lakeless lake fluctuated, the kung fu of a pillar of incense passed, and the two wolves killed each other fiercely, but no one had the upper hand.

Ling Xuanluo wanted to fight quickly and get the lake water as soon as possible, and always wanted to reach the pine branches, and Sang Ya saw through his intentions, so whenever he wanted to succeed, he rushed desperately to block his way.

In fact, at this time, Ling Xuanluo can usually hurt her, and even make a killing move, but he can't do it, so he can only bounce away by inertia to avoid colliding with her head-on.

Several times in a row, she came to him to let him, making him feel that this was a waste of energy, and the final result would be a loss for both sides. To break the deadlock, she had to think of another way, so she saw the opportunity, and when she had barely dodged her attack and had no time to turn back, she swayed and rushed towards the pine tree again.

Sanya was in the middle of the plan, and continued to cross over to block without fear of death, who knew that Ling Xuanluo's target was not in the pine tree, but in her, and before she could land, she had already sharpened her fangs, roared and jumped up from the diagonal, and her two front paws pushed her side, causing her to flip in mid-air and fall down on her back.

"Sangya--"

In desperation, he threw his hands hard, knowing that the thrust was too great, and if she fell like this, it was hard to say that she would break her spine and shatter her internal organs, so he hurried downward, and spread his four hooves in the air, and held her tightly, and then fell with her on the soft soil around the pine trees.

Sang Ya was pressed under his body by Ling Xuanluo, and the pine branch was on top of his head, as long as he raised his head to bite, he could break off a branch. But she was lying in his arms, and at this moment of embracing her in his arms, he seemed to have been looking forward to it for centuries, and how could he be willing to let go?

He couldn't lift his head, silently looking down at her, a "woo" wail coming out of his throat.

Sanya was defeated and captured by him in his state of mind, her green wolf eyes turned gray, and she retreated fiercely. At this time, he was so close to her that his face was close to his face, and all he could see in her eyes was his own reflection, a black, sad male wolf.

Sang Ya couldn't move, but she had no intention of resisting, she only looked at him sadly and said, "Ling Xuanluo, I hate you......"

"You...... You say you hate me?"

Although Ling Xuanluo was puzzled when he heard this, he was very surprised, this time he didn't have to doubt whether she had really regained consciousness!

Sanya's tears rolled down one by one, and she said, "The true feelings you have for me have temporarily disrupted the program of my brain and helped me break through Nangong Xiang's setting." But this chaos only lasted for a while, and soon I would be back to the way it was. ”

This kind of moment is only for a moment? How can Ling Xuanluo be willing! He cried: "No, if I hide you in my state of mind, you will always be safe, and Nangong Xiang will definitely not be able to invade him! You tell me, what should I do to help you get rid of him? As long as we work together, we will definitely be able to do it! You try, I beg you to promise me, give it a try......

Sanya didn't answer, and smiled with tears in her eyes. Does her laughter mean denial?

Ling Xuanluo stared at him stupidly, in his eyes, she was not a wolf, but a girl from the Ailao clan who danced with a peacock in the camellia bush, the spicy girl who first whipped him with a peacock feather, and then apologized to heal him.

He had fallen in love with her from the first time he saw her, but since he missed the opportunity to confess, he had never had a chance to speak his mind.