In the western sky, the curling smoke of the cooking stove was swirling, and in the haze, the sleeve-colored ink rolled over and became a ......

Jun Feiyan just wanted to run, but he knew. The wind and grass were blowing in front of her, and the sound of Suo Suo was heard, and then a large crowd of people dressed in guard clothes appeared in front of her.

Burgundy hair fluttered in mid-air, and the plain bun was picked off.

The shredded green silk covered half of his delicate face, and he turned his head sideways, which was able to avoid a blow.

The cold and chilling sword body only deviated from her white neck by a point, and a piece of hair was blown away like catkins.

The blood-red smoke gauze skirt that dragged the floor danced, cutting a perfect arc in the air.

The scattered hair was brushed open, revealing clear and bright pupils, slightly surprised, and the jade-like eyelashes trembled slightly, staring coldly at the white-clothed young man in front of him.

The clear eyes, although the contours of the facial features are not as perfect and delicate as the sculptures, are combined to exude an unprecedented sense of coordination. The silver headband fluttered in the wind, and the dark eyes looked straight at her.

His temperament is extremely soft, and his whole person has a gentle and elegant Confucian taste, only in those eyes that reveal a little coldness, showing his hostility towards her.

If she guessed correctly, the person who suddenly appeared in front of her killed her.

Trying to search the figure of this teenager in his mind, the blur is getting deeper and deeper.

In his memory, he was so familiar, as if he had known each other for a long century, but he couldn't remember it.

"Jun Feiyan, what? You don't know me anymore? His gaze softened a little, and this person seemed to be bathed in the moonlight like water.

Ga? Did they really know each other before? Not only understanding, but also a very complicated entanglement. If not, where does the deep hatred in this young man's eyes come from?

Jun Feiyan, what kind of evil have you created, trouble after trouble, and it is very tricky.

"What, beautiful man, do you know me? Are you expensive this year? Do you have a wife? Do you have children? You are so handsome, and your wife must be very beautiful. How many times a night do you have any uncomfortable symptoms? For example, is your place working? And ......" She fooled around his questions as if he were a stranger.

Before he finished speaking, the beautiful man in white ruthlessly blackened a gentle face, and was forced to shout, don't say it.

Cang Mo coughed heavily, his eyes evasive, and the corners of his mouth had a smile that could not be concealed. This woman is really funny, a baby who can off men. Today, he is really blessed to have cultivated for eight lifetimes, and he can see such a magnificent and funny scene.

The beautiful man in white was reddened by her hot and wanton gaze at his lower body, and in the end, he couldn't bear it anymore and shyly turned his head.

"Fei Yan, you ......" His gaze changed uncertainly, and he looked at her in astonishment.

"That beautiful man, you misunderstood, I didn't say I wanted to see you, I wanted to say that I was a miracle doctor, you have any hidden diseases, you can tell me quietly, rest assured, the customer's privacy, I will not leak it at will. Unless with your consent. And that, beautiful man, do you know me? But we don't seem to have met, after all, I'm married, someone else's wife, don't call me so affectionately, I won't be able to bear it. Her eyebrows fluttered, her mouth open, and she began to babble.