Luo Yunxi's face was even redder, I thought he would say ask for a kiss or something, but I didn't expect it to be so direct this time!

Jun Lanfeng caught her off guard, couldn't help laughing happily, hugged her, couldn't wait to wave the light and candle, and carried her to the bed.

Not to mention how much crime Duanmu Liang suffered this time, he didn't even know who made a move after waking up, he was really wronged!

But afterwards, he tried to recall the scene of that night, and felt that the strength of the fists and kicks that fell on his body was not like that of an adult, and gradually, he cast his suspicious eyes on Jun Yueyan. Coupled with the fact that the two of them were not on the same page, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the truth was so, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, but he couldn't find any evidence at all, so he could only swallow this breath raw.

But that doesn't mean he forgot about it.

In the next few meetings, he simply asked Jun Yueyan directly about what happened to Jun Yueyan in the heart of the storm back then, but how could Jun Yueyan admit it? So that this incident left a deep shadow in the young Duanmu Liang's heart, and after returning to China, Duanmu Qi sent him to a very famous immortal mountain - Ziyun Peak to worship the world's masters as a teacher, learning martial arts and the art of war formation.

In a blink of an eye, ten years have passed.

Ten years later, on the mountain path leading to Heyue every night, a carriage with simple decoration was moving steadily and quickly.

The appearance of the carriage is quite ordinary, but when the breeze blows a trace of green cloth curtains, a huge pearl of the East China Sea hanging on the wall of the carriage is accidentally exposed, which is extremely valuable.

At this moment, on the soft seat of the carriage paved with high-grade silkworm cloth, a young man in white leaned halfway, his eyebrows were like silkworms, his eyes were like deep springs, his nose was high, his lips were thin, he was handsome and good-looking, and the edges and corners on both sides of his face added a bit of strong masculinity to him.

Just as the curtain of the car was rolled up by the wind, he raised his chin slightly, and spit lightly outside the curtain, and a jujube core drew a beautiful parabola in the air, and was spit out accurately.

Every move is elegant and noble, and it is full of elegance.

He is Jun Yueyan when he grows up, inheriting most of the advantages of his father and mother's appearance.

The two people driving outside, on the left is the dark guard Fengming that he often brings with him, and on the right is Chunliu's son Feixiang, who is also a major assistant to Jun Yueyan. Of course, he also has four brothers who follow him in life and death, that is, thin three black, four fat, five short and six. These four people not only inherited the duties of secret guards, but also served as the name of guards, and they are also the dark lines for him to travel to and from various countries, and their role is incomparable to others.

Feixiang looked at the rugged and steep peaks on both sides of the mountain road, and couldn't help but smile and asked loudly: "Shizi, this place is remote, and there will be no bandits, right?" ”

Jun Yueyan listened to his words, smiled slightly, and replied lazily: "If any thief wants to die, just come!" ”

As soon as these words came out, all three of them got up.

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves galloped towards this direction in the distance.

"Really here?" Feixiang raised his eyebrows.

"Get aside!" Jun Yueyan commanded with a calm face.

Since he has been training in the barracks for many years, that kind of general bearing has also been completely reflected in him, and in his own cheerful, lively, polite and enthusiastic personality, there is a calmness that young people rarely have.

Feng Ming hurriedly drove the carriage to the side of the road and stopped, and the flying horse also appeared in the eyes of several people at the same time.

Dada's horse's hooves slowed down, and he stopped not far away, and immediately turned over alone.

"It's the third son!" Jun Yueyan's eyes lit up, this was the thin third he sent out to inquire about the news.

The thin three-faced face was not as calm as usual, and hurriedly stepped forward, and his steps were still staggering.

Even if he has just come off the flying horse, there should not be such a mistake for the thin three who have a very stable foundation in the next game.

Jun Yueyan's face was a little more solemn, and her upper body leaned out of the carriage, holding the wheel tightly with her left hand.

When I got closer, I could see a piece of wetness in front of the thin three-black shirt, exuding a faint fishy smell.

Jun Yueyan could smell that it was not ordinary water, it was blood, blood.

His solemn face suddenly changed, and he asked urgently, "What's wrong?" ”

Although the slender third was very urgent, he did not panic at all when he replied, and said clearly: "Ahead, the carriage of the king of the south was intercepted by a group of small people, and the prince of the world will send rescue soldiers quickly!" ”

Hearing what he meant, Jun Yueyan knew that the place was not far from here, and immediately pulled the thin three to the carriage, turned over and jumped off, and jumped on the tall horse he was riding, with a vigorous posture, a young man in his teens, with a handsome face, rushed towards the loop, and at the same time, a crisp whistle burst out from his lips.

Not long after Jun Yueyan walked, more than a dozen fast horses of different coats and colors chased after a group of black-clothed people from the back road, and the splashed mud and dust flooded the carriage that they threw behind them.

Looking at the distant figure of the group, Slender San breathed a sigh of relief.

These people who came later were the secret guards of the prince, who followed from a distance, and when they heard the whistle, they knew that there was something urgent before catching up. With them gone, King Nan must be fine.

After a short time, the secret guards caught up with Jun Yueyan, and the group also rushed to the place that the thin three mouths said.

The smoke and dust are billowing out, the blood is dripping, and the ground is full of corpses, it is simply a Shura field.

Xiao Ming, holding a long sword in his left hand, was fighting with four or five poorly dressed men in close proximity, his right sleeve was broken off a lot, and there were blood stains on his clothes, but his mature face was still calm, without a trace of other emotions.

"Xiao Xiao, damn it!" Jun Yue's eyes suddenly turned blood-red, and with a wave of his right hand, the snow brocade on his waist was taken out by him and leaned on the horse's back