If it comes to mana, she can't even get close to the body of the burning sky, what can she help him?

Jing Chen didn't speak, just looked at her fixedly.

If Bai Zhi didn't stand in the middle of them, would she dare to love boldly?

Maybe...... Can't!

After all, the fairy rules cannot be violated, and if the queen of heaven knows about it, both of them will be punished.

If only he is punished, it will be fine, but he can't just watch what happens to his beloved!

After being silent for a long time, Jing Chen finally spoke, "I want you to answer me a question-"

Belch?

Jing Chen looked at her intently, as if he was a little hesitant, "You ......"

I wanted to ask her if she had ever been moved by herself, but she couldn't spit out the words when they came to her mouth.

Now that the war is imminent, I don't know if I can get out of the way, even if I know what she thinks?

That's it......

Jing Chen sighed softly, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and he simply reversed the topic, "Your makeup is spent, let me paint your thrush!" ”

Yes? Han Yan subconsciously reached out to touch his face, his eyes full of suspicion.

What exactly was he trying to say? Why did you suddenly change the subject?

She obviously didn't wear makeup, so why did she say that she spent so much makeup?

"I ......"

As soon as Han Yan wanted to say something, he heard Jing Chen's soft voice, "Shhhhh Then he shut his mouth.

On his cheeks is his warm palm, and his delicate little face is cared for by him like a treasure.

There was a surprised expression printed in her deep pupils, and she was held in the palm of Jing Chen's hand like a well-behaved white rabbit.

Feeling a trace of hard objects coming out between his eyebrows, Han Yan froze in place, staring at those serious eyes.

The warm breath spat lightly on her cheeks, and the hand holding the pen carefully traced her thin willow eyebrows.

This was the first time he used his sword-wielding hand to paint a woman's thrush, and before that, he never imagined that one day he would put down the Qingshuang sword and draw the eyebrows of his beloved.

Although it was the first time, Hanyan's eyebrows made her more and more bright and moving under Jing Chen's wonderful hands.

I thought he would leave after the eyebrow painting, but the next second...... She was pulled into a strong bosom by a force.

"General...... You ......"

Hanyan froze for a moment, subconsciously trying to break free.

But the more she struggled, the tighter Jing Chen hugged her.

As if he was going to rub her into his body.

"Yan'er, let me hold it for a while, just for a while-"

Maybe she was struggling too much, and she was afraid that it would hurt her, Jing Chen's tone was full of pleading and helplessness.

"I ......"

Hanyan wanted to say something, but hesitated for a moment, but didn't say anything.

The stiff hands that hung down at his side slowly moved up in the next second, and the fingertips touched his cold and hard silver armor.

Such a suit of armor should be heavy, right?

For some reason, a "terrible" thought suddenly appeared in his mind [How good it would be if he didn't have the burden of the safety of the fairy world on his shoulders!] 】。

Feeling the cold smoke gently respond to him, his hands hugging her tighter.

For a moment, he wished that time could stop in this moment and that the good feeling would continue.

But the reality is cruel after all, and there was a thin and long sharp hiss in his ears, which meant that the demon god Burning Sky had led all the demons to attack the fairy world.

The two people who were hugging each other gradually let go of their hands, and the moment they looked at Jing Chen, Han Yan's face suddenly turned red to the root of their ears.

"Bang-bang-"

The teapot on the table was overturned to the ground by Bai Zhi and shattered, his eyes stared viciously at Han Yan and Jing Chen in the water mirror, his clenched fists trembled slightly because of the excessive force, and the anger reflected in his eyes wanted to burn the entire Yongyuan Palace to ashes.