The breeze blew, her ink hair fluttered lightly, and her slender figure was like a fairy who had fallen from the fairy world by mistake.

Just a back shows her peerless temperament.

Every step she takes, she seems to be able to give birth to a lotus, so casual, her gestures are suffocating, who is she?

Luo Xianting looked at the woman walking slowly from the crowd with softness in his eyes.

The woman glanced at the stall next to her from time to time, and occasionally stopped.

Lan Qianyan sensed his abnormality, and followed his gaze.

The white shadow stood out in the crowd.

A beautiful set of costumes, but dressed like a fairy.

A single back can make the man next to him fascinated.

She pushed Luo Xianting and asked softly, "Brother Luo, what do you want to talk to me?" ”

Luo Xianting came back to his senses, and his gaze reluctantly moved from the white shadow to Lan Qianyan's face.

Looking at the beautiful and delicate woman in front of him, he suddenly changed his mind again, shook his head and said, "No, you go back first, I'll go around." ”

"Didn't you just say you wanted to go back?" Lan Qianyan glanced coldly at the woman in white, and a look of jealousy and hatred swayed in her heart.

And the woman in white, who felt the chill from afar, turned her head sensitively, her eyes first swept through the crowd, and then settled on Lan Qianyan.

At this time, Lan Qianyan realized who the woman in white was?

A face that was cold just now has become strangely soft at this moment.

"I'm in a much better mood now, and I want to go around." Luo Xianting lowered his head and gently took Lan Zhuyan's hand away.

He was a rather amorous man, and usually the slightly better-looking women were taken into his room.

At this moment, seeing the otherworldly Beauty, the mood that was still angry just now has already flown out of the clouds.

And he couldn't wait to go over and talk to the woman at once.

Lan Qianyan didn't know what he was thinking, she lowered her head and said, "Qianqian seems to have seen the Ye family's waste just now." ”

Hearing this, Luo Xianting struck a fierce spirit again: "Where is it?" ”

"Right there." Lan Qianyan pointed to Ye Zhimad, who was still standing in place.

Ye Zhiyan didn't have the heart to study Lan Qianyan's jealous gaze just now.

She looked down at the pile of colored pebbles the size of her tail finger in front of her, and bent down to pick one up.

These things are usually used by the ladies of the boudoir to make ornaments or sword decorations.

She felt that this kind of thing was more suitable for making hidden weapons.

Just as she was about to ask her boss for all the colored stones, a questioning voice came from behind: "No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like that waste, Qianqian, you lied to me, how could that girl be Ye Zhimad." ”

Ye Zhifang's brows furrowed, and when he turned his head slightly, he saw a white-looking man looking at her tentatively with a crooked face.

When Luo Xianting saw that this face was Ye Zhi's madness, a feeling of collapse spread in his heart.

He still regarded her as a fairy just now, and had the idea of bringing her back, but now seeing this face, Luo Xianting almost collapsed and fell to the ground.

In his heart, he still had the meaning of admiration just now, drew his sword, put it against Ye Zhimad's neck, and drank coldly: "Ye Zhimad, take your life." ”

The blade of the sword glowed with a cold cold light.

Luo Xianting pulled his sword without hesitation, attempting to cut off Ye Zhiyan's head.

But before he could move his hand, Ye Zhimad raised his foot first and kicked it hard at Luo Xianting's body......