"Huhu~" A gust of wind blew, rolling up countless fallen leaves and petals, and the bees and butterflies that wanted to miss the flowers were also swept away.

In front of the large jasmine flowers, only Xiao Ling was left standing alone, the tulle dress rose with the wind, the messy black hair covered the eyes, the white clothes and black hair, ethereal and beautiful, looking from behind, like a lost fairy, and like a passer-by looking for a place to comfort.

After a while, she moved her somewhat stiff feet, walked into the flowers, stepped on the soft grass, raised her eyes and stared around, her lips were slightly curved, but her face showed a touch of laughter, "Chen, you powerful backstage, it is more than enough to raise me a 'red face and troubled water'." “

Since she came to this world, she has been used as cannon fodder one after another, chased and killed, and abused by others, but Jun Yichen blocked him without complaint, and then sent all the people who chased and killed her to the west sky, and finally abused all the people who abused her until there was no corpse.

Although the methods are ruthless and cruel, they are all to blame, and if they don't come to trouble her and kill her, Chen will not fight back like this.

The label of protecting the short, it is impossible to tear it off from him in this life.

"In this life, you are enough." Surrounded by the fragrance of flowers, invading the tranquility of her heart, the encounter between the two made her think-

I came here across time and space, just to be favored by you alone, and you, in the midst of thousands of flowers, do not touch the leaves, maybe just to wait for me, to spoil my life!

Just thinking about it, she suddenly tripped under her feet, and leaned forward violently, wanting to fall to the ground, but she slapped her palm on the flower branch with her very fast reaction, and her luck leaped under her feet, and the person was several meters above the ground.

Waving his sleeves down, he landed on the top of the flowers as light as a butterfly, and glanced at the green vine that blocked his way.

"Blue Leaf Vine?" Xiao Ling was a little puzzled, what about this kind of medicinal herb that has the ability to dispel wind and dehumidification, and dissolve stagnation and dissipate knots here?

Looking down carefully, there were all the rattans climbing in the green bushes, and she was attracted by the white flowers just now, but she didn't pay much attention.

She secretly guessed that this should be Chen's 'masterpiece'.

This medicinal herb was also planted by the master in Hequan Valley, and every afternoon when the sun was right, she and Sister Qinglan would lie on the green leaves and sunbathe.

Due to the multiplication of internal strength, Xiao Ling's body is as light as a white feather walking back and forth on the flower branches.

The skirt, which was more than three feet long, was under her control, intentionally or unintentionally, and was not scratched by the jagged branches and leaves.

Silky as flowing water, faint Qionghua appeared, looking back with a shallow smile, all flowers are inferior.

The dark clouds were far away, the slanting sun returned, and the warm temperature wrapped her slender figure, like a faint red stained on her white dress.

Movies and shadows are sufficient, both real and fake.

A gust of wind seemed to come and go, blowing towards her again, and the most important thing in such a cold day was such a capricious wind.

Following the wind, Xiao Ling gently rotated in place, and the skirt lifted by the wind outlined a variety of graceful arcs, which was short-lived, and so was it.

Perhaps she couldn't resist the dance of her heart, she spun and jumped among the flowers, standing in the air with one foot, and the white silk flew apricot eyes smartly, especially the shallow hook of the side eyes at the moment, so that the amazing gaze of the person who stepped into the air in the distance, time seemed to stand still.

The wind passed, the dance stopped, and when I turned around, a wisp of green silk wrapped around my red lips, and my eyes contained spring water, which was charming and touching.

"Ling'er."

Jun Yichen hurried back to the palace in a hurry, worrying about whether the person who disappeared from his arms would return to the palace safely, and whether she had any 'injuries' on her body......

All kinds of worries are not as good as seeing it with his own eyes, and after Feng Xuan told Xiao Ling that he was here, he hurried up and came to the Spirit Heart Pavilion.

Seeing your loved one safe and sound is more important than anything else.

The fishy sweetness that had just surged into his throat was also suppressed by him, the Soul Island Divine Lord was not in vain, his strength was beyond everyone's imagination.

It was only a phantom, and his skills were on par with his own, and he had to pay attention to it again, and it seemed that he would have to retreat for half a month.

The master once told him that on this Qiyun Continent, there was only one master who could dare to compete with the Soul Leaving Island Divine Lord without changing his face.

The strong have their own strong players, and he has always known it.

If he really came, then on the Moyun River, it is estimated that they would only have a sixth-level chance of winning if they joined forces.

"Chen, you're back." Xiao Ling's face was overjoyed, and he flew to the open space in front of the pavilion, watching the person he was concerned about getting closer and closer to him.

Because of the upsurge of qi and blood and forced down, forcing him to have a faint pain in his chest, but in order not to worry Xiao Ling, he tried his best to hide it, so that she could not see any drawbacks.

came to her, stared deeply, and then smiled evilly, and teased: "There is a wife at home, why don't you go back?"

"......" Xiao Ling blushed a little at the sight of his burning gaze, but he was reluctant to look away from his eyes.

Jun Yichen raised his hand to pick up the green silk that was still wrapped around her red lips behind her, and the slender hand inadvertently touched her earlobe.

Xiao Ling woke up as a spirit, almost fell into his soft light again, forgot the most important thing, hurriedly took his hand, and asked eagerly: "Chen, are you injured?"

"Nope." Jun Yichen's smile slowly became obvious, but he was a little frustrated in his heart, his beauty really lasted no more than three seconds in front of Ling'er.

Looking at her slightly rounded little face, I couldn't help but reach out and pinch it, it felt lubricated, warm and delicate.

Xiao Ling breathed a sigh of relief, checked up and down again, and saw with his own eyes that he showed no signs of injury, his face was as usual, and he was still radiant, before he said, "What about the Soul Island Divine Master??"

Jun Yichen's eyes were full of jokes, "I ran away, and I couldn't catch up." “

Although he suffered some internal injuries, he was not much better, if his phantom was damaged, then his true body would also be affected, and he would not lose money in this battle.

At least for more than a month, the people who left Soul Island did not dare to invade easily.

Seeing a hint of self-blame in Xiao Ling's eyes, Jun Yichen's boyfriend took her into his arms and gently touched the back of her head, "Don't be afraid, everything has me." “

"Hmm." Xiao Ling leaned against his chest, and the powerful heartbeat was so soothing.

Stretching out my hand to wrap my arms around his sturdy waist, I'm only afraid...... Because of me, I will not let you be hurt, threatened, or anything else, even if it is death!

Sweet embrace, the picture is beautiful and romantic.

After a long time, Jun Yichen hugged her hand tightly, "Ling'er, what you said before, does it still count?" “

“？？“ Suddenly, Xiao Ling's mind was full of question marks, and she blinked, recalling that she had said so many things before, which sentence was he referring to?

"Don't remember?" A triumphant smile appeared on his handsome face.

He let go of his hand, straightened up, and with a movement of the hand in his sleeve, a small picture scroll appeared in his palm.

Under Xiao Ling's puzzled gaze, he slowly opened the scroll, and then looked at her little expression from surprise to surprise with a smile, "This painting, is it familiar?" “

Xiao Ling took the painting in his hand and looked at it carefully, "Why is this painting in your hand?" “

"Your little sister gave it." Jun Yichen's body moved, and he hugged her from behind, he was a Buddha, and he had no self-control in front of his beloved woman.

Qinglan gave it?? When she left Hequan Valley, she always felt that there was something she didn't take, and it seemed that her feeling was right.

Forgot her most cherished paintings.

Leaning on him, looking at the line of words on the picture scroll, biting his red lips, a little embarrassed, a little shy, and finally whispered: "Count."

The corners of Jun Yichen's mouth were raised high, and then he lowered his head and asked softly in her ear: "Ling'er, the long hair is up to the waist, can I marry you?"

Xiao Ling was stunned, the painting in his hand was almost unstable, and his starry eyes stared in one direction without blinking, he was ......

"Ling'er..."Seeing that she didn't answer in time, Jun Yichen was a little nervous.

The god of war who strategized to win the battlefield actually sweated in his palms, and the evil and cold, bloodthirsty and enchanting Shura Jun was not calm.

Xiao Ling put his hand on his big palm, his head tilted slightly, and looked at his perfect side face, "Accompany you for a lifetime, accompany you for a lifetime." “