Lu Ming knew that the other party was not joking.

But he is a dignified spiritual powerhouse, and he will not be easily threatened, Lu Ming's eyes sank, and his spiritual power roared towards the young man.

The boy on the other side was motionless.

It's like it's not going to take the attack at all.

Lu Ming couldn't help but be stunned.

The other party's expression was completely impatient, one hand on the back of the chair, and he got up gently, the coldness in his gray pupils was condescending, like a god looking down on the world, gray but empty and indifferent.

Almost the moment the slender young man got up, Lu Ming felt an inexplicable pressure.

The young man's pupils were cold, and he took a step towards him.

At this moment, the sleeping girl muttered and rolled over, because the seat was hard, she seemed to be sleeping a little uncomfortable, and her fingertips just hit the young man's white fingertips, and she unconsciously grabbed them.

The young man's cold pupils paused slightly.

The footsteps immediately stopped.

There was an instant silence in the carriage.

Lu Ming felt that the invisible coercion had all withdrawn, as if it did not exist, and disappeared from the carriage silently.

The long boy knelt down slightly, his slender fingers holding the girl in turn, and his gray pupils looked at her.

Curled eyelashes to cover the soft light of his eyes, he gently raised his hand to support the girl's figure, helping her adjust her comfortable posture, his movements were careful, but his voice was cold and indifferent, and his thin lips lazily spit out a word:

"Get out."

That word, strangely carrying coldness, made Lu Ming subconsciously take a step back.

He narrowed his eyes.

Although he was unwilling, he knew that he had no chance of winning.

Lu Ming has always been a sane person, but at this time he had to turn around with a gloomy face.

Yan Zhuo didn't care about him at all.

The boy got up lightly and sat down next to Yun Xia so that she could rest her head on his shoulder.

He likes her breath and feels close, so he has a special affection for her.

As for being a little brother or something, in fact, Yan Zhuo doesn't have any concept in his heart.

The sleeping demon king was helped up, because the breath of heaven was familiar and natural, and he couldn't raise his vigilance, so he subconsciously found a comfortable position and leaned on the young man to continue sleeping.

Yan Zhuo was leaned on her shoulder, and her other hand was entangled in where to put it, and finally simply followed this posture and gently landed on the girl's waist.

The other party is white and soft, slender and petite, and his waist is not full of grips. Yan Zhuo's hand was put up, and he couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and his gray pupils glanced at the small waist.

How can it be so fine.

There was a hint of curiosity in the young man's eyes.

He straightened up slightly, wrapped his slender arms around him, and gently measured the girl's waist, finding that he could hold it completely.

Yan Zhuo lowered his thick eyelashes slightly.

The girl was arrogant when she was awake, but when she fell asleep, she was unexpectedly soft, her lips were soft, and her eyelashes were down, like a white doll.

Her slender calves hung down, and they touched the long legs of the teenager, which were obviously a lot shorter...... Yan Zhuo looked inexplicably pleasing to the eye.

The boy retracted his long legs and closed his eyes around the girl.

So it was the next day.

When Yun Xia woke up, he was facing a white and soft little face.

She was pillowed on the other party's short legs, and the child slept sweetly with his head down, his white and tender little face was above her, and his young lips were very close to her.

“……”

Yun Xia blinked, frowned, clasped the pretty little face with one hand, and pushed the person away and sat up.

The child's eyes were open in a daze, and his clothes were loose, revealing half of his white shoulders.