Miss Zhong begged for a month in the family temple quite sincerely, but she didn't get any luck, not only Heren, but also Bagongqiao did not have half the news that Bai Yu had ever looked for "Miss Lin".

He was like a gust of wind, which came and blew away, and not a cloud was left.

But she missed him, scratching her heart and lungs, and when the last person sent to the Hachigong Bridge returned the same words to her, Zhong Qianjin couldn't sit still.

"Bamboo poles," she called, "bamboo poles?" ”

The maid didn't come, it was her father Zhong Ze who came, and Master Zhong hurriedly pulled her, "Where are you going?" ”

Zhong Yan dragged her father's fat body and ran out, "Dongdu." ”

"Not allowed."

"Then I'm on a hunger strike."

"Daddy just lost weight."

Zhong Yan paused suddenly, turned her head back, and glared at her father angrily.

There was a tragic scene in the history of the father-daughter struggle of the Zhong family, when Zhong Yan was fifteen years old, she beat Jin Lu in bed at the door of Revlon for half a month. At that time, she went on a hunger strike in order to get her father to break off the marriage.

Zhong Ze's persuasion was fruitless, and when all means were exhausted, he also went on a hunger strike together. Zhong Yan still remembers that her father walked away in the ghost gate solidly.

I can't go anymore. After thinking about it, Miss Chung decided to write the letter.

She squatted on the Taishi chair, held the pen in both hands, and wrote four big words in a regular manner: I like you.

Five days later, the messenger returned from the Eastern Capital with a letter with four words: Acknowledgment of Wrong Love.

Zhong Yan couldn't figure it out, why couldn't he remember it when he saw people love flowers and see flowers bloom. She has been worried about him for more than a month!

Grandma's, want to beat him.

She ran to the dock, grabbed the bow of the boat where the cable was being laid, and asked, "In one day, I will go back and forth between Dongdu and Heren." ”

The bow of the boat saw that she was a little woman, and he didn't care that she was so rude, and laughed, "You, don't even think about it, it's impossible." ”

Zhong Yan slapped a bag of money in front of him, "Two days." ”

"That's not possible."

Zhong Yan sold another piece of money.

The bow glanced at the money bag and pouted, "Get on board." ”

The speed of the boat is not something that can be smashed by a few bags of money, especially at night, the speed is even slower, and the bow knows this. He looked at the girl in the cabin and thought to himself, I can't blame me, who made the money bag so tempting.

At this time, the hull of the ship suddenly accelerated, and the defenseless Zhong Qianjin fell from the stool by inertia.

She got up, lay on the stool, rubbed her sore buttocks, and yelled outside the cabin, "After collecting the money, you just do this, can you squeak in advance?!" ”

The bow of the ship was also overturned by the sudden acceleration of the hull, and he ran into the cabin with a roll, looking at Zhong Yan's face distorted by anger, and a sudden fear welled up in his heart.

He remembered that this girl was Zhong Yan, the only little princess in the Dajun Mansion. Sailing late at night and encountering the strange acceleration of the hull, in case she is out of the pool...... The bow of the boat fell to the ground, and cold sweat broke through his back and reached his tailbone.

He hurried to the deck, the night was dark, but there was nothing unusual as far as the eye could see. After about a quarter of an hour, the speed of the boat slowed down slightly, but the whole thing was still fast and the direction did not change.

After the boat came to a stop at the dock of the Hachiko Bridge, the bow of the boat, which had been shaking all the way, regained its composure.

Zhong Yan didn't know anything, and she didn't pay any attention to Murong Xuanluo, who was not far from her. She disembarked with joy, rented a horse at the dock tavern, and rushed directly to the Panlong League.

Xuanluo didn't follow, he found a secluded high ground, held his breath, and stabilized the internal force that had just been expended by tugging forward. At this time, the black crow circled, squeaking and screaming. He looked closely and saw the message from the crow.

Murong Xuanluo, return quickly!

Xuanluo ignored it, concentrating on the recovery of internal force.

The black crow was still circling, and the killing intent suddenly appeared in Xuanluo's cold eyes. With a wave of his arm, the air he swept into a sharp blade that swept across the crows.

Zhong Yan had already arrived in front of the wooden house, she picked up Lang Tie, who was about to knock on the door, and kicked the wooden door open.

Lang Tie closed the door awkwardly, and a group of big men put up a posture, like a hole in the house.

Bai Yu was changing the dressing for the wound, and the open tooth-white bedrobe hung idly on his shoulders, revealing his muscular wheat-colored waist and abdomen, and he became more and more delicate and beautiful. The flickering candle flame was reflected in him, and there was a sense of Penglai ethereal.

Hearing the sound of the door breaking, he raised his head and saw the uninvited guest, and a trace of surprise flashed on his calm face. Then, he quickly fastened his bedclothes, put on his coat, and walked lightly past Zhong Yan. It looked like there wasn't a woman in the house at all.

Zhong Yan stepped across to block in front of him, "Don't pretend to be blind with me, and don't say that you haven't received my letter." Lang Tie said just now, you have received it all. Why not go back, say! ”

Bai Yu did receive all the letters sent by Zhong Yan, and in his impression, there were about a dozen. He sighed softly, and finally looked at her, "When I first replied, I had already said everything I had to say. If you still want to hear it, I can say it again. ”

"You!"

Bai Yu's face was pale, and he bypassed her and walked towards the door.

Zhong Yan hurriedly ran over, opened her arms, and blocked the door, "I ask you, what am I to you?" ”

Bai Yu's expression was indifferent, "It's a person I saved from the Panlong League." After a pause, he looked at Zhong Yan's incredulous expression, and said, "It was one of the many people I saved from the Panlong League." ”

Tears flowed out.

She looked at Bai Yu's lips without a trace of curvature, and suddenly understood what his only two smiles at her meant.

That was his humility, his humility to outsiders who were inadvertently close, and that humility was the result of his good cultivation. And now, this humility is gone, which means that she is really hated by him.

She wanted to swallow her tears back, but she was too raw, and there were a lot of tears tonight. She wiped and wiped until she couldn't see the figure anymore in her blurred vision......

Under the night, on the sycamore branches, Murong Xuanluo's bewitching face oozed a strong murderous aura. Zhong Yan was crying, crying helplessly and earth-shattering.

"White jade! You're so alive and well! ”

Xuanluo saw the direction in which Bai Yu left, his feet were empty, and he jumped out and flew out. In an instant, the black crows reappeared, whining in groups, forming a huge black web. The net did not come forward, did not retreat, and the volley trapped him in the middle.

Xuanluo lost his patience, and he reversed the internal force to form a dense power grid, and the light flashed in the night. In an instant, the crow was scorched and fell, leaving behind a large cloud of smoke.

Behind the thick smoke, a rickety man wrapped in a black robe with only two eyes exposed.

The rickety man raised his hand and flicked off the black feather on his shoulder, and said softly, "It seems that the old man delayed you from killing, Murong Chief." ”

Xuanluo looked at him coldly, without a trace of fluctuation on his face. Suddenly, there was a hysterical roar from the empty mountain.

"Bai Yu, you listen to me. Miss Ben is blind to take a fancy to you, you megalomaniac, bastard maniac, bandit leader——!! ”

After the rage, Zhong Yan gasped and glared at Lang Tie, "Lead my horse here." ”

Lang Tie was really startled by the explosive power of this petite woman, and he ran to the horse stake and led the white horse to Zhong Yan.

Zhong Yan turned over on the horse with a calm face, and whipped the horse's buttocks, the horse's hooves were gained, and he ran far away.

Lang Tie was not at ease, and ran after the white horse, "Miss Lin, boss, he doesn't know what to do." Don't go to your heart, don't go to your heart. ”