Meng Yuan stood under the corridor, and saw a pale green slender figure from a distance, passing through the sparse flowers and trees, and coming over.

There was a fine soft light in his ice-hardened eyes.

She seemed to have grown a little taller, and the pale green spring shirt swayed with her steps, like green water and clear waves, so that his heart also followed a circle of ripples.

However, he was a little annoyed at the thought of her actions behind his back, and the breath around him turned cold in an instant.

Wei Shuang's eyebrows raised slightly, and Meng Yuan's cold eyes immediately swept towards her.

That's it!

The moment they saw each other, they thought of a place at the same time - Qingwei Building.

Meng Yuan's long eyebrows frowned slightly, his arm pointed at Wei Shuang, and his voice was cold: "You, stop." ”

The tone of his voice really made Fu Jun tremble.

Wu Hook and Chu Blade, who were following on the side, immediately stopped in front of Wei Shuang.

Wei Shuang didn't have any objections, and only looked at Fu Jun.

Fu Jun nodded to her, and then turned his head to look at Meng Yuan again, and when he was about to speak, he suddenly felt a little strange.

Meng Yuan's appearance seemed to be wrong.

She stared at it carefully, and after a long while, she realized that the scar on Meng Yuan's cheek was actually gone!

"You...... Took it out? Fu Jun suddenly forgot what he wanted to say, stepped forward, and looked at Meng Yuan's face carefully.

Although the scar was almost real, whenever Meng Yuan spoke or made an expression, the trajectory of the scar was abnormal. Fu Jun knew that this scar was fake, but she just didn't understand why Meng Yuan removed this disguise.

Meng Yuan came back to his senses, and gritted his teeth a little for a moment.

How much thought he had put into her. How many plans were disrupted, and it was easy to say that the Queen Mother was moved to help. Unexpectedly, this bold girl actually wanted to run away for him, and every time he thought about it, he felt that there was a fire in his heart.

Suppressing his anger, he said lightly: "You come in, ask your people to wait outside." I have something to say. ”

Seeing that his expression was solemn, and there was still a bit of anger hidden between his eyebrows, Fu Jun's heart was awe-struck, and he turned his head to Shijiang and said, "You are outside." I'll ...... if there's anything going on."

Her words were not finished. Meng Yuan grabbed her arm and led her into the house with a slight force.

With a bang, the door shut.

Fu Jun stood in place, a little unclear.

She could tell. Meng Yuan was really angry. Even the sound of the door closing was palpable with anger.

"What's wrong with you?" Fu Jun asked. While struggling hard.

Meng Yuan's strength was very strong, and it hurt slightly to grasp her arm.

Meng Yuan noticed her movements. Her slightly frowned eyebrows were like ink, and two clear eye waves were fixed on his face. The eyes were clear enough to illuminate his shadow.

Meng Yuan's heart trances uncontrollably.

Almost at the same moment, the strength in his hand was much smaller, but he still held Fu Jun's arm, and did not answer her question, only pulled her to the west room, and then let go of her.

Fu Jun is still very inexplicable. She stroked her slightly wrinkled sleeves and looked up at Meng Yuan.

Two eye waves that were as clear as water stopped on Meng Yuan's face like this.

Looking at her face full of questions, Meng Yuan suddenly felt both angry and funny. He lightly stretched his ape arm, stretched out his fingers, and flicked a brain crash on Fu Jun's head.

"Hiss", Fu Jun softly exclaimed in pain, and instinctively raised his hand to cover his forehead. Before she could say anything, she received a second blow to her head.

Huh, what does this mean? Meng Yuan: What's wrong? Could it be that he was mad and angry with her?

Fu Jun couldn't figure out the situation at all, he only put his hands on his head, and looked at Meng Yuan with a look of confusion and a little doubt.

Meng Yuan was a little depressed by her.

"You can't trust me like that?" He opened his mouth, and there was irrepressible anger in his voice: "Why don't you ask me for help in such a big matter?" Why don't you tell Master Fu to know? You're secretly tossing around, aren't you afraid of accidents? ”

As he spoke, he approached Fu Jun step by step, and in his eyes, which were as plain as quenched ice, flames burst out at this moment.

Fu Jun instinctively sensed a dangerous aura.

She stepped back step by step, put on an innocent smile, and smiled as quietly as possible: "What are you talking about? I don't understand. Please be clear. ”

After saying this, Fu Jun's back was already a layer of cold hardness.

At some point, she had retreated to the wall, her back against the wall, and there was no way back. In front of her, Meng Yuan was still approaching step by step.

Fu Jun was a little flustered for no reason.

There was an undoubted momentum on Meng Yuan's body, so powerful that it was almost suffocating, and it was so oppressive that Fu Jun's heartbeat was about to stop.

Such a Meng Yuan made her feel strange.

It dawned on her that she could no longer see him as a young man. I don't know when the former boy has grown up, and the tempering of blood and fire, the test of life and death, has made him from fierce to restrained in a very short period of time.

At this moment, Meng Yuan's eyebrows and eyes are still the eyebrows and eyes in her memory, and the light in her eyes seems to be still the beautiful young man under the lights of Gusu. However, there is something different about him, the young man who was as bright as the moon in the mountains back then now has a deep and condensed charm, with his face like ice and snow, people dare not force their eyes at all.

Fu Jun couldn't help but hold his breath.

Perhaps, after all, his body lacks some of the charm of years of precipitation, and there are also fewer traces of time polishing. However, the courage of the sword and the strength of the sword made him more compelling than those who grew up with the years.

It took a lot of effort for Fu Jun to resist the impulse/movement that wanted to turn around and run away, only to open his eyes wide to look at Meng Yuan, who was gradually approaching, and his brain was blank for a moment.

In this misguided moment, Meng Yuan had already deceived himself and stood almost close to her.

It turned out that Meng Yuan was so tall. Fu Jun thought a little hindsightly.

The top of her head hadn't reached his chin yet, and she had to look up to see his eyes.

At this time, she didn't realize that her hands were still on her head. And the action of her raising her head, combined with her slightly dazed gaze due to distraction, somehow, made the fire in Meng Yuan's eyes instantly flourish.

This flame was no longer Fang Cai's anger, but fire in another sense, which made his eyes darker and darker.

He took another step forward, grabbed the slender wrists, and pressed them against the wall.

Fu Jun was a little stunned.

Such a posture of opening the door is of course extremely uncomfortable, but what makes her even more uncomfortable is his eyes, deep, dark, but hidden with dangerous flames, making the soles of people's feet weak.

Meng Yuan looked at Fu Jun deeply.

What appeared in front of him was crystal skin with slight red marks.

He didn't expect her skin to be so delicate.

He barely used any force, but he still left a faint red mark on her forehead. Those two pale red dots are imprinted on the delicate skin, like pink cherry blossoms falling on the snow, weak and delicate, and people can't help but want to rub their love.

Suddenly, his lips had landed on her forehead. (To be continued.) )