Luo Ziyan followed closely behind Yan Cijing, her delicate little face tightened, and she looked around cautiously, trying to make her expression look natural.

Yan Cijing walked in front, and under the curtain, his stunning face was a little indifferent.

The night is so thick that it can't be dissolved, like a Danqing skillful hand, painting everything with mysterious colors, the bright full moon is white and flawless, the moonlight is sprinkled on the earth like flowing water, and the willow trees on both sides are shadowy, looking like the devil with his teeth and claws, as if he is about to rush out.

Luo Ziyan tried to stop her heart from beating so violently.

This...... It's scary here......

Wife-......

Luo Ziyan's red lips pursed slightly.

He misses his wife.

Although Yan Zhengjun looks very secure, he ......

But Yan Zhengjun was so indifferent, and Luo Ziyan was a little afraid of him, so he didn't dare to get so close.

He looked at the figure walking in front of him, quietly getting a little closer.

Suddenly, Yan Cijing stopped, and Luo Ziyan bumped into him because he didn't notice it.

He hurriedly took a few steps back, a little confused.

Why did Yan Zhengjun stop?

He followed Yan Cijing's gaze and was startled.

There were dozens of black-clothed people in front of him, holding cold swords in their hands, their eyes were cold, and their momentum was terrifying.

This......

Luo Ziyan's eyebrows jumped.

Did they encounter a killer?

Yan Cijing's eyebrows were full of indifference, and his eyes slid faintly and calmly over the black-clothed people.

"I'll protect myself later."

As soon as the words fell, Luo Ziyan only felt that the world was spinning for a while, and when he turned around, he found that he had fallen into the grass on the side.

He watched nervously at the fight not far away.

Yan Cijing was entangled with several killers, and he suddenly frowned.

Are these people heading for Lhotseyan?

A sword stabbed into the chest of the last killer, Yan Cijing held a long sword in his hand, dressed in white clothes without sticking to a drop of blood, his delicate eyebrows and eyes revealed a little indifference, and the coldness of that body was even more terrifying, as if he was an immortal who could not bear the smoke and dust of the world, but there was a pile of corpses at his feet, there was a strange beauty of numbness in the scalp, and the air seemed to be frozen, and the heart was cold.

Luo Ziyan watched stunned, his heart beating one after another, as if it was about to break through his body.

When I came back to my senses, I found that my palms were sweating.

Luo Ziyan looked at the man who walked towards him, the man still had a cold face, as if there was nothing in the world that could make him change color.

Yan Cijing looked at the stunned Luo Ziyan, his black eyes were like a dry well, his deep voice did not have a trace of ups and downs, and his cold eyes made people feel no warmth at all: "Have you offended anyone?" ”

Luo Ziyan thought about it, and suddenly remembered that he was not innocent in front of the palace gate, he told Yan Cijing and also told his life experience.

Although this is also known from the mouth of Beigong Zhengjun.

"yes, got it." After saying this, Yan Cijing turned around and left, and Luo Ziyan hurriedly followed.

——

Huangfu Hua stabbed his sword at the person who rushed forward with a smile.

"The Huangfu family is really not good at learning~"

Obviously, the head of the family is dead, and he still thinks about people who shouldn't be delusional, and the most hateful thing is that he still wants to disturb his wife.

What a damn one~

Huangfu Hua raised his foot and stepped on the killer who was not yet dead, his delicate and beautiful eyebrows were slightly lowered, and his slender and thick eyelashes could hide the treacherous dark light in his eyes.

(End of chapter)