Spring in the Northland always comes later, but no matter how late it is, it will always come.

The flowers are warm and warm, and the tasks of Wan Wan and others have been completed successfully, and they are ready to return.

The number of people returning was far less than half that of the time they came. Several people from the Xuanmen stayed to lurk, and two from the Heavenly Gate and the Yellow Gate also left. Fewer people means smaller goals, but smaller goals don't mean absolute safety.

Seeing that they were about to get out of the lost territory, Wan Wan and the others were discovered by the rebels.

The kung fu of the Yellow Gate was not very good, and Wan Wan ordered Liu Rufeng and others to escort those to evacuate first, and stay behind to resist the rebels.

Wan Wan is a number of masters, in the past three years, she has been fighting with Ye Yuanchao every day, and her kung fu has improved a lot, and these pursuers are like cabbages in her hands, harvested by her. Even those hidden arrows were not a threat to her.

With just a bright moon scimitar in her hand, Wan Wan stopped the rebel army that was chasing them.

The warm wind blows the slanting incense flowers and rains, and the knife is bright and scarlet mist flies. Wanwan is a kill every step she moves, and her momentum is like a torrent rushing to the sea, which is impossible to stop, but there is a dripping and chic beauty between the moves.

Wan Wan roughly estimated the time, and it was expected that there would be half a pillar of fragrant willow like the wind and a few people would be able to get out completely, and she could also get out and withdraw when the time came.

As soon as the estimate was made, the battle situation suddenly changed.

From behind the pursuers, a man in white appeared, with a folding fan in his hand made of unknown materials, swaying out a long string of blood flowers, cutting leeks and knocking down a row of rebels.

With such a master who is no less skilled than Wan Wan, the situation of Wan Wan resisting the rebels alone has become a situation in which the two of them cooperate to kill.

The man in white was born very well, and among all the people Wan Wan had ever seen, only Feng Qingcheng could suppress this person's demeanor. But the two are not the same type.

The man in white is clean and dusty, and his face is not stained with earthly fireworks like a cold jade carving, but it is not cold, but has a little warmth. Fluttering like a relict and independent immortal.

Looking closely, his facial features are not as good as Feng Qingcheng's, but a little feminine. It is precisely this femininity that adds a bit of bewitching charm to him, minus a little immortal aura that cannot be blasphemed, and it is more and more intriguing.

Wan Wan unconsciously accelerated her pace, and at the same time unconsciously accelerated the speed of killing.

In less than half a burnt of incense, the pursuers all fell to the ground. The chasing soldiers in the middle were gone, and Wan Wan naturally came to the immortal-like man. Before she could speak, the man raised his hand and pointed in the direction behind him.

A large number of rebels were coming in that direction.

The man in white stretched his long arms, and quickly and steadily grabbed Wan Wan's waist, and at the same time stood up on tiptoe, swept past the heavy flowers and trees, and rode quickly against the wind. The ups and downs easily shook off the new pursuers.

He chose a place with a great view and put Wan Wan down.

Countless pale pink petals fluttered with the warm breeze, and the aroma of grass lingered. The sunlight shone on the man's white shirt, reflecting a faint and hazy halo.

Standing opposite him, Wan Wan didn't even dare to breathe, for fear that the breath of the world would blow away the immortal in front of her.

However, as soon as the immortal spoke, he gave Wan Wan a sense of déjà vu.

"Sister Awan, you can make me easy to find."

His voice is also clear and cold, but there is a slightly aggrieved cry in his tone, which ruined that voice.

This, this, this feeling, wasn't the disillusionment she felt when she first met her uncle?

Are all the men who look like immortals in this year have such a temperament!

The corners of Wan Wan's mouth twitched and twitched, and the disillusionment in her heart made her not know how to react for a while.

The man in white raised his arm, pressed the non-existent tears in the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, and began to recount how he had worked so hard to find her.

This tone and style suddenly made a slightly terrifying guess pop up in Wanwan's heart - could this thing in front of her be the illegitimate son of her uncle?

Wan Wan stared at the man in white in front of her like a wood carving, until he had enough chatter, and once again raised her sleeve to press the non-existent tears in the corners of her eyes.

"Sister Wan, why don't you speak?"

Wan Wan coughed lightly and asked, "May I ask who your father is?" ”

The man in white had a misty face, "My father is Feng Kang, the owner of Qiwu Island. ”

He looked at Wan Wan and blinked, then blinked again, and the expression on his face suddenly became sad and weeping, "Sister Awan, you really forgot everything, I'm Brother Han." ”

Just said this to him, that is, he was very good-looking, and Wan Wan still took two steps back vigilantly.

According to the character of the former lord, how can he call such a soft name. I'm afraid that the person in front of me is weird.

The sadness on the face of the man in white became a little stronger, and there were more grievances in the middle, "Sister Ah Wan has become a big girl, if you don't want to call me Brother Han again, then call me Brother Feng." ”

Wan Wan didn't answer, but only looked at him carefully again with vigilance.

The man in white shook his head and sighed, took out a small painting scroll about six or seven inches long from his sleeve pocket, and carefully unfolded it for Wan Wan to see.

It wasn't calligraphy, it was a marriage book that had been torn open and put back together and framed. The two parties on the marriage book are the eldest son of Fengkang on Qiwu Island and the eldest daughter of Ming Xiaoqing of Mingyue Villa.

Mingyue Villa Ming Xiaoqing, that is the father of this body.

Wan Wan was really scary this time.

The man in white handed the marriage book to Wan Wan and said, "Sister Yin Xin Ah Wan of Mingyue Villa can still remember?" I just don't remember to find a wind medium who listens to the rain pavilion to verify my identity. ”

Seeing that Wan Wan had not spoken for a long time, he coughed lightly and said, "Sister Ah Wan should have done something to me when she divorced the marriage. I was looking for Sister Awan to ask my sister to fulfill the promise of the year. ”

The seal on the marriage contract does not seem to be a fraud, it is indeed the same as the one given to her by the second master of Ming, and the paper and ink are not as new. He dared to find a media to recognize people. Wan Wan believed a little bit in her heart. If what he asks for is really a matter of the rivers and lakes, she will be able to believe him two or three more times.

Wan Wan rolled up the marriage book and asked, "What do you want me to do?" ”

Hearing this, the man in white suddenly smiled brightly, "It's not a difficult thing to do." At the beginning, Sister Ah Wan asked me to withdraw from the marriage in order to show off the smile, but now I heard that the show laughing wind is dead, so please ask Sister Ah Wan to honor the marriage contract. ”

Wan Wan was stunned for a moment, then stretched out her hand and rubbed her ears, and said, "You say it again?" ”