Murong Hongkite woke up from a long dream in which her mother and her brother were in it, and the three of them were happy and happy.

What woke her up was the faces of Murong De and Yeqi, who had brutally torn all this good stuff apart.

In the last scene, she desperately struck Murong De with her ring, but was blocked by the other party with a cruel smile and stabbed with a backhand sword.

“…… Yes. The horror in the dream made Murong Hongkite exhale in a low voice, and sat up suddenly, sweating profusely and gasping rapidly.

"What's wrong? Little Beauty. A clear and pleasant man's voice sounded, and at the same time, a handkerchief was gently wiped on Murong Hongyu's forehead.

Murong Hongkite bounced violently, his figure dodged to the side, and the whole person immediately took an attacking posture.

"Who are you?" Murong Hongyuan stared at the man who had wiped his cold sweat just now and asked in a cold voice.

When I woke up from my sleep, my vision was a little blurry, and I finally focused on the man in front of me, with a handsome face, with an evil smile, holding a handkerchief in his hand, and looking at her playfully.

"What's wrong? I don't have a knife in my hand. As he spoke, such good-looking eyes made Murong Hongkite instantly remember who he was.

"You are, the one who easily drove my white qilin back to the spirit beast space when I was competing with Murong Yinzhu that day." Murong Hongkite's eyes lit up, "I wanted to ask you at the time, how did you do it." ”

"Because I'm good-looking." Rong Hua laughed drunkenly upside down.

For a moment, Murong Hongkite had the slightest distraction, he was right, he was so good-looking.

Her heart seemed to skip a beat, and when she saw him drive the white unicorn back to the spirit beast space, her heart seemed to skip a beat, and her cheeks seemed to be a little abnormally hot.

"Nightmare?" Rong Huazui didn't seem to mind her offensive posture at all, but instead took a step closer to her, raised his handkerchief and landed on her forehead, "Look at your beads of sweat, it's really distressing." ”

Murong Hongkite stood stiffly in place, and the hand in the attacking posture slowly drooped down, allowing Rong Hua to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Why? Why not reject him?

Why is it that when I see his face, I can't have the slightest resistance in my heart, but a little bit of joy.

Or maybe she should have seen clearly that the man standing in front of her was her, and she had a sense of unexpected joy.

She didn't even know if she was in a dream or not, but she also saw this face that fascinated her

"But it's all right, the person you're afraid of is dead." Rong Hua's drunken voice was as soft as a whisper.

He stood at a distance of no more than half a foot from Murong Red Kite, Murong Red Kite could clearly smell her scent, and even the snort of his voice was in her hair, making her heartbeat more and more intense.

"Is Murong De dead?" Murong Hongkite lowered her head and looked at the hem of her red skirt.

She didn't care much about Murong De's life or death, she had already tried her best to kill him, with the determination to die, she also thought that she was really dead, but she didn't expect to come back to life.

"Dead." Rong Hua's drunken fingertips lightly scratched Murong Hongkite's face, "I saved you." ”

The fingertips seemed to have magic power, which made Murong Hongkite's heart tremble, obviously it was such a frivolous behavior, but she was unwilling to refuse half a point.