Chapter 367: Mo has no regrets

As soon as Spiegel left the palace, he didn't want to go back at all.

She is a princess, a golden body, and there is no way for Ming Lin to take her.

I couldn't knock out and carry it back, so I had to follow her closely.

The two of them, in half a month, ran far away from the imperial capital and came to the south.

The scenery of the south is incomparably good, surrounded by mountains, full of greenery, Zhong Lingyu is beautiful, and the scenery is infinitely good.

The streets and alleys are full of exquisite gadgets and fragrant pastries......

These are all things that Spiegel has never seen.

She was like a bird that had been escaping from the birdcage, flying around.

In such a lively place, there are naturally a lot of people. Ming Lin was afraid that the flow of people would scatter them and lose the princess.

Out of nowhere, he found a short rope and tied her tightly.

Spiegel let go of her mood and played for a whole day, and at night, she slept in her room, and Minglin stood outside the door.

Protecting her safety at all times.

However, there will be a mistake in the hundreds.

Spiegel, still taken captive!

I don't know how long I've been with them, or who sent them.

On the afternoon of the third day, it was the Festival of Lights that went south.

During the day, dragon lanterns dance in the streets and alleys.

In the afternoon, before it gets dark, every street sells lanterns.

Exquisite and beautiful lanterns, one by one, are very pleasing to the mirror.

At the moment when I bought the lanterns, a group of people suddenly rushed around.

Although Minglin is strong in martial arts, he is still exploited by them. Ten people entangled Minglin and recruited him to death.

The other ten people grabbed the mirror and ran away.

Ming Lin was in a hurry, and he burst out with amazing strength, broke free from the entanglement of ten people, and ran to Mingjing.

But Minglin found that in front of him, there was a man in white, who was also closely chasing the person who grabbed Mingjing.

Minglin only saw the fluttering back, but did not see the person in front of him clearly.

The gang knocked Spiegel unconscious and took him captive to the top of a mountain.

They didn't seem to expect that there was no road ahead, and they were facing the boy in white and Minglin.

Twenty people surrounded the white-clothed boy and Ming Lin.

The person at the head put the fainting mirror on his shoulder, and looked at the man in white with a cold gaze like a blade, "We have no grudges with Your Excellency, why are Your Excellency chasing after you!" ”

The man in white smiled contemptuously, and lightly opened his thin lips, "This girl has no grudges with you, why are you holding on to her!" ”

The voice of the man in white is as warm as jade, soft and slow, making people feel like a spring breeze.

Only then did Ming Lin see his face clearly.

The face of the boy in white is like a crown of jade, and the handsomeness between his eyebrows and eyes is difficult to describe, as if he came out of the painting.

The ink floating in mid-air was picturesque, and his heart was suffocated.

Master, that person is Master.

Mo Ruhua's eyes widened, it turned out that they knew each other like this in their previous lives!

"Thank you for this son!" Ming Lin gave a salute to the boy in white, "This group of people is coming for my young lady, I don't know if the son can promise me one thing, Lin will do whatever it takes to repay the son in the future!" ”

The boy in white had a faint smile on the corner of his lips, "No need to say thank you, when I encounter such a thing, I will naturally not stand idly by." As for what you said, I can guess seven or eight points. Don't worry, if I have the opportunity later, I will take your young lady to a safe location first. ”

Ming Lin was stunned, this person actually knew exactly what he was thinking.

"Dare to ask your son's surname!"

"Ink is not sorry!" The man in white gently spit out three words.

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