Chapter 8: The Tyrant's Soft Queen (6)

Fishermen and farmers who are familiar with this river know that the surface of this river seems to be calm, but the dark current below is extremely fast, and it is difficult to save people.

Chang Ruosheng looked at the chaos in front of him, his heart sank to the bottom, and a bad premonition made him immediately drive people to speed up.

"Rubbish!"

Hearing that Yuan Chengcheng had fallen into the water and had no whereabouts, Chang Ruosheng scolded angrily, and almost threw himself into the river.

Fortunately, Yin Changle's eyes were quick, and his arms tightly wrapped around his waist, "Your Majesty! Your Majesty's dragon body is important, don't think about it! What if you recognize the wrong person! ”

yes, what if he really recognizes the wrong person...... After all, after all, the voice just now is not like Yuan Chengcheng...... At this time, Chang Ruosheng completely forgot how sure he was just now.

He swallowed dry foam, and looked at the dark river in front of him, and suddenly lost his impulse.

Yin Changle's hand took the opportunity to loosen and gripped his broad palm tightly.

Chang Ruosheng realized his gaffe just now, and his face immediately returned to his former cold appearance, "Desheng, if you can't find someone, you don't have to come back!" ”

Without the mood to continue playing, Chang Ruosheng and Yin Changle hurriedly returned to the palace.

[System: Hey, this tyrant actually wanted to jump into the river to save you just now. Host, I don't think he looks like he is unfeeling. 】

[Anyang: What do you know, that's a knee-jerk reaction. After all, the original body has been opposite to him day and night for six years, and this instinct is still there. The cats and dogs that were kept around were suddenly gone, and everyone would think about it. 】

[System: ...... Human feelings are so complex and difficult to understand, so I still choose to be quiet. 】

The river here is a mess, and the shouts and accusations have scattered all the laughter of the festival.

On the opposite side of the river, a figure quietly burrowed into the river.

Feng Zhaoyuan has never been a nosy person, but he can't help but save the people who fell into the water today.

Although it was the height of summer, the chill at the bottom of the river still eroded his nerves like maggots on the tarsal bones, slowing down his movements.

When he found Yuan Chengcheng in the undercurrent, the other party was like a blooming daffodil, floating quietly in it, his eyebrows were serene, and he was not at all different from the little girl in his memory.

Pleasure......

Silently reciting these two words in his heart, he took great difficulty to pull the person out of the river.

Looking up at the panicked situation on the other side of the river, he wrung his eyebrows, took the person into his arms and left the river.

[System: If you don't wake up again, Feng Zhaoyuan's eyes are about to pop out. 】

An Yang didn't answer immediately, just held his face like a nymphomaniac, looking at the projection screen that the system opened up in the space.

On the 22-inch screen, it was the picture around her that appeared at this moment.

Her life-saving benefactor, Feng Zhaoyuan, is now quietly guarding the side, his appearance is completely different from Chang Ruosheng, he is handsome, more like a scholar. Especially at this moment, those dusty eyes are staring at her. The tenderness that soaks in it seems that it is easy for people to drown in it.

[You say that you are calculating who is not good, to provoke the hero. Without expecting Anyang to answer it anymore, the system muttered to itself.

[Hey, it's a pity......] Anyang let out a long sigh as if he hadn't heard it speak.

[System: What is a pity?] 】

[It's a pity that such a handsome face looks like a school grass in a youth school, but Miss Ben doesn't like this model.] 】