On the Qinglian Pavilion, Jun Yan quickly caught up with Qiao Le, who had escaped, and immediately hugged the girl who was about to jump down the steps.

In the breeze, the young man was ethereal in purple, looking forward to the divine flight. The phoenix eyes looked at the girl in his arms, and laughed in a low voice:

"Said to watch the excitement together at night, where do you want to run now? Well? ”

The voice was low, like mellow wine, which made Qiao Le trance for a moment.

Seeing the girl's fair and delicate little face, Jun Yan would remember how she lowered her head and wrote poems seriously.

The sentence of looking at the sword in a drunken lamp, dreaming of blowing the horn and the company camp, really, made him impressed.

Qiao Le: "Where are you going?" If you don't push me, can I run? ”

Although he saw that Jun Yan was kind enough to carry him, Qiao Le was still not angry with him.

Because she was really angry, she wouldn't have dragged her sprained leg and fled slowly.

Immortals fight, mortals suffer, how many times has this happened? How many times?

She was the one who was hurt every time.

She's a little non-chief Qiao Le, don't you want to lose face?

After Qiao Le finished speaking, she never saw Jun Yan answer her. When she looked up in a trance, she found that she was flying.

Yes, it's flying.

Because after picking her up, Jun Yan turned around and jumped directly from the Qinglian Pavilion, and then stepped on a pool of clear water, full of lotus flowers, and swept towards the opposite mountain, an elegant and secret courtyard.

It was just a few breaths, and he threw the agarwood and others with bewildered faces out of the distance that they needed to trek through mountains and rivers to catch up.

Only Long Qi is still following steadily.

Obviously, this thing is a little simple, but that martial arts is indeed good.

But that's not the point.

The point is that as soon as their front feet disappeared on the Qinglian Pavilion, Qiao Xuan's back feet had already taken Zhu Feng and other masters to kill them violently.

If it weren't for the clouds, they might have come earlier.

However, waiting for them were only Agarwood and others who were confused and didn't know anything.

What about the county lord?

The county lord was taken away by the little prince.

Where's the brought?

I don't know.

When will you be back?

I don't know.

What do you know?

We don't know anything.

Qiao Xuan: "......"

Qiao Xuan felt that one day he would have to fight to the death with Jun Yan, the king of the eight lambs, because of his sister.

But although he thought so in his heart, Qiao Xuan did not order people to look for Qiao Le everywhere.

First, he didn't expect his subordinates to snatch Le'er back from Jun Yan's hands.

Second, Le'er stayed with Jun Yan, and he was actually quite relieved. At least Jun Yan is guarding, even if it is him Qiao Xuan, I'm afraid he doesn't want to move a single hair of Le'er.

And Jun Yan also said that even if he killed him Qiao Xuan, he would not harm Le'er.

Qiao Xuan believed this sentence.

Because in a sense, he felt that Jun Yan and him should be the same kind of people.

They don't make promises easily, but when they do, they struggle to keep them.

In fact, if he and Jun Yan are not opponents in the two camps, they have to fight.

They can't say that they can be friends.

Qiao Xuan thought as he clenched the iron fan in his hand.

Yes, no matter how he comforted himself in his heart, he still couldn't deceive his heart that wanted to kill Jun Yan.

Friend?

Go special friends.

It's impossible to be friends in this life.

Jun Yan, give Lao Tzu's sister back to Lao Tzu!

Qiao Xuan was so angry that he couldn't wait to go crazy online.

In fact, if Jun Yan could hear his inner monologue, it was estimated that he would only reply to him with one sentence.

It's impossible to pay you back, it's impossible to pay you back in this life.