I don't know how many alleys I walked, and finally came to a relatively secluded small lake, Chunyuan Lan Mu pulled the ancient painting fan and stopped at the small lake, then let go of her hand and stood with her hands in her hands.

The ancient painting fan looked at his hand and lowered it again, stunned and didn't know what to say. Raising his eyes to see his more and more hazy figure in the night, the silence of the night became more and more warm, but lonely.

"The arms of the Sixth Highness are better?"

Suddenly, remembering that his arm had been injured, Yan Zòng, he couldn't take care of himself these days, and he didn't know what the situation was.

Hearing this, Chunyuan Lan Mu turned his head to look at her, his smooth face was full of smiles, and his thin lips said lightly: "It's already much better." As long as you don't overexert yourself, it won't hurt. ”

Gu Huafan nodded, but suddenly remembered that when he hugged her tightly when he was protecting her, was that considered excessive force? I guess she shouldn't be that heavyweight, right?

Chunyuan Lan Mu looked at her anxious face, smiled silently, and said softly: "I have always been very careful, I will not be hurt again, don't worry." ”

Hearing him say this, the ancient painting fan exhaled lightly and nodded lightly. Looking at his softer face and closer smile, his heart, which had been nervous, slowly became calmer. No way, she can let go of her character for other people, without any pressure. But when facing him, the unexplained tension always overwhelmed her, she was very confused by this feeling, but she was not repulsed, but she was always uneasy.

"Are you afraid of me?"

The ancient painting fan was stunned, and then kept shaking his head.

Chunyuan Lan Mu faced her and said softly: "You are neither tired of me nor afraid of me, so why are you so cold every time?" ”

The ancient painting fan was stunned again, and kept shaking its head.

Seeing that she was stunned, only knowing how she shook her head, Chunyuan Lanmu chuckled: "Why don't you even want to say a word?" ”

Hearing this, the ancient painting fan shook his head again, stopped suddenly, and said in a daze: "No, no-"

"What's not?"

The ancient painting fan is also at a loss, isn't it? What should she say? What can I say?

For him, as always, she lost the ability to think.

Chunyuan Lan Mu looked at her in a daze, staring at her eyes, and a soft smile crossed the corner of her mouth.

Gently lift her hand and place an object in her hand.

The ancient painting fan looked down in a daze, and when he saw the thing clearly, he only felt extremely shocked.

"My purse?"

Lying quietly in her hand was the purse she had been missing for two years.

"That time I jumped into the water to save you, but I couldn't save you personally, but I grabbed the purse. I was looking for a chance for you, but I didn't expect it to drag on until now. Chunyuan Lan Mu withdrew his hand and said softly.

Hearing him say this, the ancient painting fan suddenly remembered which time he said it. At that time, did he also want to save himself? But she only saw the man at that time, and did not pay attention to him. I thought it was lost on the way to escape, but it turned out to be in the lake. Fortunately, he was taken out of the lake, otherwise after such a long time, I am afraid that no matter how good the fabric of this purse is, it would have rotted and disappeared at this time.

"Slave and maid, thank you to Your Highness Six." The ancient painting fan is sincere, and respectfully blessed the body. The purse in her hand was tightly grasped by her and refused to let go.

"Thank you for what I did, thank you for not returning it sooner? Thank you for worrying about you for all these years? I'm also very sorry.5./books//128/

Codex of Revenge of the Maiden. I just hope you don't blame me. Chunyuan Lan Mu chuckled.

The ancient painting fan pursed his lips when he heard this, and also laughed lightly.

Chunyuan Lan Mu smiled lightly and turned to face the small lake. The night was thick, she looked at his upright posture, warm side face, and the smile on the corner of his mouth also faded slightly. But there was a warm current in my heart.

Looking down at the purse lying quietly in his hand, the ancient painting fan only felt that he was in a good mood tonight.

I don't know how long I stood quietly like this, and I still seemed to be tireless. Although the two of them did not say a word, this quiet and peaceful atmosphere continued to circulate around them. You don't need words, you don't need topics, you don't need to go on like this forever.

Suddenly, the curvature of the corners of Chunyuan Lanmu's mouth, which had been warm, instantly became sharp, and his eyes swept to the grass and trees on the side, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth became sharp.

The ancient painting fan was looking at his back and was distracted, but suddenly saw him turn around and hug himself tightly.

A strange but familiar breath filled the tip of the nose, and the ancient painting fan didn't know how to react for a while.

But suddenly, his body was carried by his strength and fell to the ground, and he quickly rolled around a few times. The ancient painting fan was dizzy, and she still saw through the hazy night, the sharp arrows that flew towards them like a force breaking through the sky.

"Sixth Highness, be careful!"

Suddenly, a sharp arrow was cutting through the air flow and shooting towards the pure abyss Lan Mu on his body, and his heart tensed for a moment.

Suddenly, a sharp sword with a cold light appeared in the sky above the two, and forcibly intercepted the sharp arrow that broke through the sky and cut it into two pieces.

The body was helped up by Chunyuan Lan Mu, and the two stood up. Only then did the ancient painting fan see that there were dozens of black-clothed people around them who were tightly protecting them in the encirclement. The blade in his hand was sharply raised, and the man in black with a mask was facing the hundred-ten, who was holding a bow and arrow in his hand.

The ancient painting fan was shocked, and raised her eyes to look at Chunyuan Lan Mu who was holding her tightly.

The calm and smooth face, the unfathomable eyes, and the smile at the corner of the mouth are also extremely powerful.

"Your Highness Six—" The Ancient Painting Fan whispered softly.

Hearing this, Chunyuan Lan Mu lowered his head and looked at the ancient painting fan that was looking at him in a daze, and a gentle chuckle crossed the corner of his mouth: "It's okay, don't be afraid." ”

Just like the words back then, just like the smile like a fairy back then. At this moment, the ancient painting fan only felt that his heart was beating violently for a moment.

The sound of fighting sounded all around, but the ancient painting fan felt extremely calm, and only the man in front of him was left in his eyes, and the corners of his lips were like a smile like ice and snow melting.

Countless sharp arrows surged towards them, and countless cold light blades blocked them, but more and more killers were pouring towards them from the shadows, and the already small number of secret guards naturally became more and more difficult.

Chunyuan Lan Mu stretched out his hand and pulled out the soft sword on his waist, the cold light blade, reflecting the moonlight, it was so cold and slaughtering.

"Obediently stand behind me."

The ancient painting fan nodded heavily when she heard this, she was not afraid.

In the dark, a pale blue figure is An Deyang who followed. At this time, he held a sharp sword in one hand, pulled out a piccolo from the placket and put it at the corner of his lips, and the strange tone echoed in the thick night, and a dark eagle flew from the sky and landed on his shoulder. The bony hand wrapped a token the size of a little finger around the eagle's leg. A drop of vermilion blood on the token exuded a demonic luster, and the cold air was overwhelming.

The eagle spreads its wings and flies high, disappears into the night, and disappears.

An Deyang flew down with a sharp blade in his hand, and a sharp blade cold light slashed towards a sharp edge that was about to fall on the back of the ancient painting fan.