What appeared in front of Wei Junhua was a man.

I saw him in a light purple robe, with fluttering black hair, and a bone fan in his hand, as pure as a blooming magnolia flower, and the large peony swayed gently with his steps, like a group of flowers.

Graceful and luxurious, Tsinghua is elegant, but such a faint look and peerless appearance have overshadowed the heavens and the earth.

He slowly walked in front of Wei Junhua, and then helped Rong Yue up.

Zhao Shizi? Why is he here?! Was it Zhao Shizi's ghost just now?!

Wei Junhua endured the severe pain and got up. Looking at the little beauty who was still in his hand just now, in a blink of an eye, he had already let another man hold her, and Wei Junhua, who was lustful, forgot the rule that Zhao Shizi was not allowed to approach within five feet, and turned around and was about to rush up.

He only knew that the beauty was taken away, and he didn't care so much at all.

Just when he was close to Zhao Lansheng, a black figure suddenly flew by, like a ghost, standing in front of Wei Junhua in an instant, and then beating Wei Junhua to the ground with three strikes and five divisions.

Wei Junhua was about to scold, but found that the black figure had already disappeared without a trace.

If he guessed correctly, it was Zhao Lansheng's hidden guard!

One of the sturdy men who fell to the ground saw that his son was knocked to the ground, and hurriedly wanted to rush over, but the ghostly black shadow reappeared, knocked the man to the ground, and then pulled out a dagger and stabbed at the man.

The man pressed his hands to the ground, enduring the pain, but the dagger was firmly inserted between his fingers!

How precise the strength is, it can be seen that the martial arts of the people who come are unfathomable!

The other man was also frightened and did not dare to provoke the man in black.

The black shadow disappeared again, and Zhao Lansheng's indifferent gaze swept over Wei Junhua, and then without saying a word, he helped Rong Yue into the carriage.

When did Rong Yue and Zhao Shizi know each other so well, and they broke Zhao Shizi's rule that they should not approach within five feet, and they were not harmed? !

The three big men stared blankly at all this.

Let's talk about Zhao Lansheng and Rong Yue's side, Rong Yue was carried into the carriage and still slept quietly.

Fleur in the car looked worriedly at Rong Yue, who had fallen asleep.

"It's a miscellaneous." The purple-clothed man spat out a faint word, and Gujing Wubo's eyes moved to Fu Yuan, "You go back first." ”

Fleur looked dissatisfied, "Tell me to go back again?" I haven't had enough of you! Also, when can you give it to me? ”

"When I send her back to the house, I will naturally look for you."

Fleur had no choice but to get out of the carriage.

Only Rong Yue and Zhao Lansheng were left in the carriage.

The girl fell asleep quietly, like a sleeping beauty, her little face still gasping for breath, and murmuring, "Qian'er...... Qian'er...... Where are you ......?"

"Little girl, you're still worried about Rong Qian, let's worry about yourself first." Zhao Lansheng was about to take off his robe and cover her, but Rong Yue grabbed his hand violently and murmured in a low voice, "Qian'er, don't go...... Wei Junhua, let me tell you...... Don't hit my mind......"

Zhao Lansheng wanted to shake off her hand, but he didn't expect that the girl who was sleeping in front of him was still so strong, and held his hand tightly, no matter how strong his martial arts were, he couldn't struggle.

Helpless, he stopped struggling, curiosity came to his heart, two fingers touched Rong Yue's wrist, as if he felt a breath in her body, and couldn't help but be surprised.

This breath ...... I didn't expect this little girl to hide deep enough.

Rong Yue still muttered to herself, "Wei Junhua, why are you grabbing my hand...... You let go of me......" After speaking, the hand holding Zhao Lansheng tightened.

It was she who grabbed his hand, why did she put it in her mouth but did it the other way around? Zhao Lansheng was speechless.

"Qian'er, where are you ......?"

"Wei pervert, you let go of me......"

Rong Yue, who was in the incense, was like being drunk, and kept muttering, talking and talking, and the sleeping Rong Yue actually lifted Zhao Lansheng's hand, opened her mouth and showed her teeth and was about to bite down.