Yan Qingling looked at the carriage thoughtfully, passing in front of him, the faint fragrant breeze lingered on his face, and he made a beautiful spin at the tip of his nose, and it fell negligently.

Looking at the smart and pretty green shadows that were galloping towards him in the distance. His frowning eyebrows suddenly loosened, and there was a hint of shallowness on his lips.

His expression was like a moving ripple on the calm surface of the lake, rippling round and round, and his heart was spared.

Seeing an unusually perverted smile on his face, Lingxi's pretty face seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, and his mouth was slightly pouted, looking playful and cute.

Apparently she was very depressed.

Lingxi was very depressed and unhappy, while the people around him were smiling like a brilliant flower. She glanced at him angrily, and pouted, "What are you laughing at, do you think it's funny?" ”

"No, I just think you look cute as a matchmaker." As he spoke, the corners of Yan Qingling's mouth rose slightly, and a sly gaze flashed in her good-looking narrow starry eyes.

Lingxi had to admit that in the face of such a beautiful and delicious man, it was indeed Alexander. However, she directly ignored his electrified phoenix eyes and only regarded him as a male.

Otherwise, I don't know when I will be assimilated by him.

Struggling to resist the power brought by his suddenly approaching handsome face, Lingxi raised his whip and galloped with the horse that had sat down.

However, her horse was bought temporarily, although the leg strength is better than that of ordinary horses. But compared with Xiaoxue chasing the wind, it is 108,000 miles away.

Therefore, Yan Qingling didn't take a few steps before he caught up.

The breeze was blowing, and the horses were running hard, with the beauty of strength and speed. Behind him is a vast expanse of green fields. The unruly black hair, just like his people, swayed up and down mischievously. In the huge blue waves that were vigorously rolled up by the wind, I only saw his embarrassed and bright eyes.

Beautiful men and handsome horses, complement each other.

Yan Qingling panted slightly, but his eyes were full of excitement, obviously he was very excited to run for a while. However, there is a horse chasing the wind, and there is no worry about not being able to catch up with the spirit rhino.

Seeing that Lingxi stubbornly pulled the reins of the horse, he still ran forward with all his might. Yan Qingling roared in his mouth, and rushed to Lingxi with an arrow step.

Lingxi glanced at him, looking at his complacent face, he couldn't help but feel angry. With a "bang", he raised the horsewhip in his hand. The momentum is to chase the wind.

In fact, Lingxi is willing to chase the wind, but he just looks at Yan Qingling with a proud look. The teeth of hatred are just itching. It's just a girl's little temper.

Yan Qingling deliberately let Chasing Wind exert its magnetic charm, and vigorously showed favor to the sycophants she sat down, and the harmful Lingxi was almost jolted off the horse.

I saw two horses, mouth to mouth, body to body, looking extremely affectionate.

Lingxi was the boss who glared at a pair of phoenix eyes, and his face flushed slightly. With a "snap", a whip was thrown down.

It seems that he didn't expect the spirit rhino to come down with such a whip, and his strength is not weak, chasing the wind and eating pain, and his body shook violently. Suddenly, Yan Qingling's body was crooked.

Lingxi saw that he seemed to grow on the back of a horse, suddenly took off a silver hairpin from his head, and gently scratched it on the horse's buttocks, chasing the wind and its body was painful and itchy, and it was a beast after all, so it couldn't help jumping up.

However, Yan Qingling was not a fuel-efficient lamp, and it fell from it.

Fortunately, Yan Qingling pulled the reins tightly with one hand, straightened her body, and clamped the horse's belly tightly with her feet to prevent the chasing wind from flinching.

There is a soft knife in front and a hard fist in the back, and this chasing wind is sandwiched between the two, but they can't advance or retreat.

I saw it hissing in its mouth, and suddenly its hooves flew over, its body straightened, and it raised its head and let out a long howl, because it couldn't bear to hurt its companions, and jumped over the top of their heads.

Because the distance between the two horses is too close, and the starting point of chasing the wind is too short, if it can't land safely in this jump, I'm afraid that it won't be able to save one leg.

Seeing such a situation, Lingxi regretted his death.

couldn't help but leap for life, and the long whip in his hand was sent forward, and suddenly wrapped up in the stomach of Chasing Wind.

Yan Qingling pulled the long whip in Lingxi's hand, and with a slight force, he dragged Lingxi's body hard.

"Ah" Lingxi's mind was all on Chasing the Wind, where she would think that Yan Qingling would suddenly be in trouble at this time, but she didn't want to throw away the long whip in her hand so shamelessly, so her body flew forward directly.

Yan Qingling smiled softly, the reins under his hand shook violently, and the strength under his feet suddenly loosened, and because Chasing Feng was no longer restrained, he jumped to the ground easily. He wrapped his big hand and was about to take the spirit rhino into his arms, but he felt a black figure suddenly appear in front of him.

The black figure was twice as fast as him, and there was a familiar smell in his breath. He was stunned, and grabbed his hand forward, but it suddenly fell short. When he saw the person clearly, his face couldn't help but darken, and a helpless wry smile came out of his mouth, and his originally relaxed expression suddenly froze on his face......

Lingxi was angry with Yan Qingling's deception, and was thinking about how to deal with him, only to feel a sudden tightness in his waist, and one was unstable, but he suddenly fell into a warm embrace.

The embrace was too familiar to her, the clean and familiar smell came to her face, and when Lingxi saw the face of the person who came, her nose suddenly became sore, and she forgot to struggle.

There was a shallow smile on the lips of the visitor, but there was a tenderness in his eyes that he had never seen before. He was dressed in black and a gold and jade robe, but he was spotless like a man descending from heaven and earth.

Seeing that there was still a cigarette ash on Lingxi's face that had not been wiped clean, he didn't care at all to use the corner of his sleeve to carefully wipe the dirt off Lingxi's face.

As if afraid that she would hurt, his movements were very light and soft.

A warm snort spurted on her face, and at her erect neck, she blushed inexplicably, as if she had suddenly drunk a bottle of soju, from her face to the back of her ears.

Originally, his cold voice came out of his mouth, but at this time, it melted into water and kneaded into cotton, which was soft and made Lingxi's heart slowly warm. "Look at you, you're still so naughty, such a pretty little face, it's not good to look dirty."

His calm eyes were like the bright moon in the quiet river, and his handsome face was carved like a knife in the setting sun, with a touch of divine golden luster. His hair was soft and clinging to his chest, pulling his slender face longer and softening with the clothes on his body. His forehead was smooth and full, his eyes were embarrassed, and the bridge of his nose was towering, which cut the contours of his face more distinctly.

His lips pursed slightly, but Lingxi wanted to paint the soft arc with his own hands. The black silk hair, like water, was gently blown by the wind, with a little messy but playful, and fell on the bare skin of Lingxi's chest.

The tufts of tiny hairs are like sensitive nerve zones, affecting every nerve of Lingxi. With every flick, Lingxi only felt that every nerve in his body was shaken.

I only felt that there was a huge whirlpool in front of her, which sucked her into it little by little.

Lingxi couldn't say a word, and what he wanted to say was blocked in his throat, and he didn't know how to say it.

Leng Xuan was gentle and considerate, quietly staring at Lingxi's dazzling little face.

Her fawn-like eyes, black and full of stars, her chest rose and fell slightly, her little hands clinging to his chest, her lips half open and half open, but they were like stained with morning nectar. The pink luster has a crystal clear color. There is a very unique fragrance on the lips.

So they just stared quietly, Leng Xuan's originally calm face suddenly turned up countless huge waves, there were joy, judgment, struggle, and pain.

His lips were so casual that he gently brushed her lips, but Lingxi felt trembling all over her body and stood on the ground.

Before she could wake up, Leng Xuan suddenly gently pulled her body and gently put her on the ground.

Seeing that she was stunned, she couldn't help but reach out and gently pinch the tip of her little nose.

Such an intimate action seemed to have become a century old, but at this time, it was made in his hands, so that Lingxi only had the urge to cry.

She suddenly pulled her sleeve and cried recklessly, and when she cried, tears rushed out like a river bursting its banks.

At this time, Leng Xuan was in such an area, but he escaped Yan Qingling's attack.

The two men confronted each other silently, but the air suddenly froze.

"Why, you're here, I don't ask for anything else, that's the only request." Yan Qingling's originally calm face finally had a trace of entanglement and pain.

"No why? I'm coming, I'm coming, do I want to tell you the reason? Leng Xuan's arrogant Yan Qingling had been taught, but when he faced Lingxi before, he showed a gentle side that he had never seen before, but it surprised him a little.

"I said, if you treat her badly, I will pay back the previous debt to you, even with interest." After Yan Qingling finished speaking, he strode forward, and his lonely back made Lingxi almost cry.

She wanted to go up and grab him and let him stay, but she couldn't give him what he wanted, and if she insisted that he stay, it would only make them more miserable.

So her outstretched hand couldn't help but freeze in mid-air, but before she could retract it, she was tightly wrapped by a pair of big hands.

Gently stroking Lingxi's soft hair, he gently pulled her into his arms, gently caressed her back with one hand, touched her forehead with his head, and touched the tip of her nose with the tip of his nose.

The two of them were tightly wrapped in a warm feeling, as if they had never been separated, as if they should have snuggled so tightly. (To be continued......)