Ling Luo's gaze turned to the place where Xiao Ziyu was almost instantly, and the strange blood red in those glass-like eyes faded, like stars shining brightly in the night, so clear and pure, instantly fragrant, only shining towards the love of his heart.

Even though the situation on the battlefield was very chaotic, and the sound of fighting and shouting filled the entire space, Ling Luo still believed in his ears, Fang Cai's shout was definitely not her mistake, Xiao Ziyu did indeed call her the name "Xiao Luoluo".

This title is obviously only called by Gu Xi, but Weishenme, Xiao Ziyu, who can't speak a few words to Ling Luo, knows how to call her like this? What's going on?

Ling Luo's heart was confused and entangled because of Xiao Ziyu's accident, and he was only surprised and puzzled, and he didn't even pay attention to the injuries on his body, but just looked at Xiao Ziyu who was standing aside, wanting to see something from his face.

But Ling Luo's stagnant move was no different from giving up life on the battlefield where every second counted, and the well-trained Jinyu guards naturally would not let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and immediately stabbed the sword in their hands towards Ling Luo's defenseless empty door.

At this critical moment, Xiao Ziyu flew over desperately, and with a stretch of his long arm around Ling Luo's waist, he took her into the air and left this dangerous area.

So many changes have happened between the electric and flint, but Ling Luo, as the protagonist, did not react at all, just stared blankly at Xiao Ziyu's face covered with a cold mask, and actually had the illusion that he was Gu Xi.

This is not just Ling Luo's own invention, it is really because Xiao Ziyu's action of hugging her is too familiar and natural, as if she has done it thousands of times before.

The aura on Xiao Ziyu's body was not very similar to Gu Xi's, but the familiar faint scent of grass passed through the thick silver armor and the bloody aura overflowing on the battlefield and entered Ling Luo's nose, and such a familiar smell almost made Ling Luo cry instantly.

After rescuing Ling Luo from the predicament of being besieged, Xiao Ziyu finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the hanging heart was also put back into his stomach, he hugged Ling Luo's arm and cherished the warmth and softness from her, but Xiao Ziyu's reason clearly told him that he must let go.

But before Xiao Ziyu could finish his psychological struggle with himself, Ling Luo took the first step to break free from his embrace, and the pair of misty water eyes locked his face, almost able to penetrate this layer of silver mask and look straight into the bottom of his heart.

Ling Luo's face was a little strangely pale, and there was unconcealed turmoil in her slightly flickering eyes, she tried her best to calm down, but her voice was still a little tense and dry, "You, who is it?" ”

"Shouldn't it be clear who the queen is who I am? Why bother? Xiao Ziyu's gaze did not flicker at all under Ling Luo's gaze, but looked back at her more clearly, as if he had never met Ling Luo, unfamiliar, cold, polite and polite.

Xiao Ziyu's performance made the starlight in Ling Luo's eyes fall in an instant, like a meteor crossing the sky, and the blazing brilliance was followed by a cold and lonely look that seemed to hollow out people's hearts.