Jun Yichen grabbed Xiao Ling's waist and flew towards the Qianyuan Tower, away from the large blood-red river with python corpses floating and sinking.

Turning her head to look at the miserable picture behind her, Xiao Ling didn't know what she felt in her heart, this was the first time she had experienced such a big scene in her life, she sighed from the bottom of her heart God is a master of composing life, and it is the originator of playing tricks on people, what you are afraid of, he will let you face anything, whether you accept it or not, you have to face it bravely.

His Royal Highness King Chen, who used to fly like the wind and disappear without a trace, is flying very slowly at this moment, eager to take the beautiful woman to walk on the river.

However, Xiao Ling's mind was in the thrilling scene he had just experienced, and he didn't pay attention to Jun Yichen's light skills like a turtle, his beautiful eyes turned slightly, and then he looked down at the white silk on his right hand that had not been withdrawn, his little face collapsed, and he hung his little head in annoyance, "Chen, I'm sorry, I lost the hosta you sent." ”

The hateful blood-red python, the hosta was obviously salvaged, and she actually wrapped her white silk with her tail, and was attacked by the enemy on three sides and was attacked by their strong forces, coupled with the sudden rescue of the light, the scene was so chaotic that her head was blank for a moment, and when she didn't return to her senses, Jun Yichen was like a god coming, just like a back and forth, the hosta broke away from the white silk unconsciously and sank to the bottom of the river.

Jun Yichen's slender left hand held Xiao Ling's petite and soft body tightly in his arms, his red lips slowly hooked, and his voice was evil and low, "Under my nose, it has no chance to lose." ”

"Huh?" Xiao Ling blinked her beautiful eyes, and looked up at the handsome face who was close at hand for some reason.

Jun Yichen lowered his head slightly, and smiled evilly, "The hosta is not lost, it is in my arms." "As long as it's something she likes, he'll never be able to prepare just one.

Hearing that the hosta was not lost, Xiao Ling secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly reached out to touch his arms, and she was anxious to see the hosta but did not see the triumphant smile on Jun Yichen's face.

As soon as she touched his strong and strong chest, there seemed to be two currents in her body jumping up and down, hitting her for a while, making her quickly withdraw her hand, swallow it secretly, and drag his robe without moving.

Strong waist, thick chest, warm breath... Hmm~ The temptation of a beautiful man is too great, I'm afraid I can't control it, so it's better to settle down.

Jun Yichen's thin and moderate red lips hooked a good-looking arc, "Ling'er, in the future, your chance of practicing may be zero." ”

"Why?" Raising his eyes, he looked at the phoenix eyes that seemed to contain spring water.

"Because, I can't control my pace and the blade in my hand." Jun Yichen's hand holding her slender waist tightened again.

She looked up at her cute little face and asked again: "Then, what about people stopping you?" ”

Jun Yichen hooked his lips evilly, "Unless Qiu Yin really appears, no one can stop me." ”

"Qiu Yin's real person? Who is it? "Why haven't you heard Lei Xiang mention this person?

"A worldly master who has a lot of prestige in the Qiyun Continent and even in the open sea." His shallow phoenix eyes flashed with a hint of admiration and respect.

"More famous than my father-in-law?"

"Well, Master, he is worshipping Qiu Yin's real people."

"Chen, you're so powerful, isn't Qiu Yin really ······?"

"The day the dark forest opens, he will appear, and I will take you to meet him."

"Yes."

"Ling'er, let's go and meet that Prince Murong who likes to show off his piano skills everywhere." Jun Yichen changed his turtle speed just now, and teleported to the tower where Murong Jin was located with Xiao Ling in his arms.

“···” Xiao Ling couldn't help but laugh a little, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, Jun Yichen seemed to like teasing people very much, especially to Murong Jin and Dugucheng.

In just two breaths, Jun Yichen was already standing firmly in front of Murong Jin with Xiao Ling in his arms, his left hand still holding her thin waist, and his right hand unhurriedly tending to her wind-blown green silk, his movements were gentle and delicate, his eyes were full of spring water, and he was like a warm sun, so frightened that Song Ziqi, who was standing on the side, took a few steps back.

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and then took a closer look to see if he was dazzled? This hellish Shura is completely ruthless, bloodthirsty and arrogant in his heart and eyes, how could he have become so gentle and affectionate?

Shifting his gaze to Xiao Ling, a pair of peach blossom eyes looked her up and down, and secretly said in his heart: This is the future princess Chen, who is rumored to be the fairy in the painting?

is beautiful and refined, looks like a fairy, and really matches the face of King Chen, who has become a tender man.

Jun Yichen showed tenderness like no one else, Xiao Ling was a little embarrassed, and after Jun Yichen stopped the movements in her hand, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, took a step forward, and bowed to Murong Jin: "Xiao Ling has seen Prince Murong." ”

Speaking of which, I haven't seen this one-sided Prince Murong for more than a year, and since he had an accident in Huangu Town, he has been separated until now.

"Miss Xiao doesn't need to be polite." Murong Jin slowly stood up, raised his hand slightly, and the indifference and alienation that he exuded seemed to have diluted a little unconsciously, and the quiet and soft aura woman in front of him was reflected in his phoenix eyes.

"Prince Xie." Xiao Ling nodded and then habitually retreated to Jun Yichen's side.

Seeing this scene, Murong Jin's phoenix eyes were waveless, but the strangeness in his heart became stronger and stronger, like a thin needle slowly approaching his heart, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

The master once asserted that he had a catastrophe, could it be that he was the one who couldn't succeed? Otherwise, why did his calm heart become difficult to control even when he met her, and there seemed to be something in the dark that dragged him to see her in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, and there seemed to be a distant voice in the dream to warn him to protect her, what kind of calamity is this, he is looking forward to it······

Jun Yichen glanced at the familiar guqin on the table, and his light red lips curved into a beautiful arc, "The strings of the Soul Snatcher are blue, and those who touch it want to survive." ”

"This is the Soul Reaver that is number one in the weapon rankings?" Xiao Ling raised his eyes and took a serious look at the guqin, except for the pattern engraved at the beginning and end that resembles flowing water and green smoke, the others are the same as ordinary pianos, there is nothing special?

Jun Yichen looked sideways at Xiao Ling's puzzled little face, and a pair of handsome eyes were like Qinghong, "Ling'er, the power of this soul-snatching piano lies in the saddle. ”

"Everyone in the world says that the power of this piano lies in the strings, is the rumor wrong?" Song Ziqi moved slowly and leaned towards Murong Jin's side, trying not to get too close to Jun Yichen.

Looking at the beautiful young man in the brocade robe who suddenly appeared from behind him, Xiao Ling was slightly surprised, he was just held in Jun Yichen's arms, and he didn't notice that there were other people here, and he didn't feel the breath of other people's existence behind him.

However, looking at his posture, he should have been behind them for a long time, is his cultivation too low to find out? Or is his martial arts too high and too well hidden?

Murong Jin put his hands behind his back, and his expression was not wavering, "Sure enough, nothing can be hidden from King Chen's eyes." ”

"Passing the prize." Jun Yichen's smile was quite meaningful, and then he looked at the sunset that was only half left in the west, hooked his lips and asked: "Prince Murong, when the Yue Xianglou is talked, I don't know if the prince can appreciate his face." ”

Murong Jin's phoenix eyes glanced at his hand holding Xiao Ling's slender waist, and his voice was indifferent, "His Royal Highness King Chen invited, how can there be no reason not to go to this palace." ”

"Refreshing." A satisfied smile flashed in Jun Yichen's eyes, and then he looked down at Xiao Ling and said softly, "Ling'er, let's go home." ”

"Okay." Xiao Ling smiled sweetly at him, and then nodded slightly to Murong Jin and Song Ziqi.

"Huh!" Jun Yichen held her and disappeared in place with a teleportation, without glancing at the so-called little prince of Xiling Kingdom from beginning to end.

"Isn't it? Is the king's sense of existence so low? Song Ziqi raised his eyes and looked in the direction where Jun Yichen disappeared, a row of black lines flowed from his forehead, and the muscles on his cheeks twitched cooperatively, not even saying hello, as for it?

At this moment, he seemed to forget that he was avoiding someone's limelight, turned his back to Murong Jin, and chattered: "The same prince, why should you ignore it so much, I want to be the first in this king's house, and there are countless confidants, where to go is not flocked to people, how can I be so ignored like this today······"

After he felt a little more comfortable, he turned his head to look at Murong Jin's location, "Huh~ What about people?" "In the tower, he was left alone in the wind.

He looked around, he didn't know where Murong Jin left from, his phoenix eyes narrowed, he gritted his teeth and said word by word: "One is colder than the other." ”