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Simon Zhe whistled. The horses that had stopped on one side of the car came running towards him.

Simon Zhe knocked his head. Swallowed saliva and moistened his parched lips. Took a deep breath. Fly and jump on horseback. Run forward.

The sky was a little overcast. It's about to rain.

Simon Zhe clamped the horse's belly. Try your best to ride as fast as you can.

Suddenly. From the side of the roadside haystack came a thin figure. Get in front of the horse.

Simon Zhe hurriedly tightened the reins. Stopped the horse in time. I didn't step on that daredevil.

"Please help me." A thinly dressed woman knelt in the middle of the road. Trembling with horror, his voice trembling slightly. His raised face was covered with sweat oozing from the eagerness of running. Eyes full of horror. There is still something to look forward to.

Simon Zhe squinted at the woman. Not very old. Seventeen or eighteen looks. Petite cheeks. Has a pair of big smart eyes. The countenance is not stunning. But it has a clear charm. If it weren't for the sweaty hair on his face. It should be a clean and elegant face.

Take a closer look. This face is somewhat like the Su Dye painting he first saw on the hillside of Wan'an Temple. Effeminate. Pure. There is also anticipation for the future in the starry eyes.

The woman's clothes were a little messy. It seems to have been wantonly torn apart. The open neckline exposes half of the white neck. Nan, who was burning, swallowed his saliva unconsciously. In a trance, he seemed to see the Su Dye painting in his memory. The real Su Dye painting that belongs only to him.

"Please help me." The woman's voice trembled again. In the middle of nowhere. Rare on the beaten track. It's rare to meet someone. It's like grasping at a lifesaver. Reluctant to let go easily.

"Qiu Ran.. Qiu Ran.." The far side of the road. There was a burst of shouting.

"Please." The woman was visibly more frightened. looked at Simon Zhe with anticipation.

Fall. Simon Zhe jumped off his horse without hesitation. grabbed the woman. Jumped back on the horse with her. The chic action is done in one go.

Simon Zhe led the woman on horseback and ran down another winding road. A hurried figure turned from the intersection on the side of the haystack before. kept calling eagerly, "Qiu Ran.."

Zuo Qiuran sat behind Ximen Zhe. Far away from the burst of screams, I breathed a sigh of relief. Said to the master with the generous back in front of him." Thank you."

The sound is pleasant. It's as beautiful as the Su Dye painting that flew a kite in Wan'an Temple.

Simon Zhe's heart pounded. Without saying a word, he took Zuo Qiuran and ran towards Sunset Ridge.

The sky is getting cloudier and darker. There are raindrops falling.

That's her.

Simon Zhe had an idea in his mind when he came to save people. I need a woman very much right now. And this woman who suddenly appeared made him contact Su Dye Painting. Touched the memories that had been buried in my heart.

Su Dye painting. That Su Dye painting at Wan'an Temple. He will never forget. It's just that more often than not, I don't want to mention it again. Don't want to touch.

The combination of his body and the memories of that year made Simon Zhe decide to indulge in it. So that I can save myself from the unbearable bear**. It's not so much about saving people. It's better that he wants to be saved.

Ximen Zhe took Zuo Qiuran to Sunset Ridge. Gloomy weather. It's even more rare to see a figure in Sunset Ridge.

The ** in Simon Zhe's body has burned to the peak of wanting to vent. The fact that he has been able to hold on for so long from the middle charm poison to this is also thanks to his profound skills. If you are an ordinary person, I am afraid that you have already been planted under Mrs. Peach. Or when facing Li Xueyun, he has already collapsed physically and mentally.

The horse just stopped on the grass under Sunset Ridge. Ximen Zhe hooked Zuo Qiuran with his backhand. Took her out into the meadow. The bullying body suppressed her.

Zuo Qiuran's eyes widened. looked at the man pressing on him in horror." You...... You...... What to do."

I thought I had met a good person. Who knew that in the blink of an eye, he became a demon.

I thought I had escaped from the wolf's den by luck. Who knew that it was into the tiger's den.

"What do you say?" Simon Zhe asked rhetorically. Eyes twinkle. With a sharp sheen. All women actually know what is going to happen. Li Xueyun will be scared. This woman will too.

But he couldn't think too much about it. pressed on her body.

To.." Zuo Qiuran avoided the sharp eyes that seemed to take away everything from her. Struggling while yelling.

But. How could she, a weak woman, withstand being poisoned. The fire has been condensed to the extremely prosperous Ximenzhe. Let Simon Zhe ask for it as much as he wants. Helpless tears slipped down the grass. Mixed in with the drizzling rain......

Ximenzhe's body was much more comfortable after venting freely. He had never felt so comfortable.

Before I was drunk and had Yichen with Chun Tao. After that, although he imprisoned Su Dye painting by his side. But never really touched her. Later, he practiced in Wan'an Temple. Abstinence for eight years. After that, I returned to the West Palace, and Chun Tao was also respectful and affectionate. This is the first time that I let myself vent to my heart's content due to the effect of the drug. Let him experience the peak of Wushan ** for the first time.

It's just that. I'm a little sorry for this woman. Ximen Zhe looked at Zuo Qiuran. The dripping rain washed over the bodies of the two people. It's impossible to tell if it's rain or tears on her face.

It's all that damn drugged woman. Let yourself do such a beastly thing.

Simon Zhe leaned over gently. Look down at the face with tightly closed eyes. A word for word." Remember. My name is Simon Zhe."

Ximen Zhe. The King of the West today. Everybody knows. He wanted to find him afterwards this woman. He will compensate her.

Suddenly. Simon Zheyi was stunned. looked at the woman below her and opened her eyes suddenly. Stared at him with hatred. And he clearly felt a blow to the back of his head. It was unbearable for him, who had just been relieved of the drug, for a while. Lightheaded. Micro side of the body. Fall to the side.

Zuo Qiuran hurriedly got up. In a panic, he picked up his rain-soaked shirt and put it on his body. Then he hurried into the distance.

Ximenzhe's last gaze fell on a crescent-shaped birthmark on Zuo Qiuran's waist. The dark birthmark was an eyesore on this white and graceful body. But it's also a little bit amazing.

The head wound Ximen Zhe could no longer support his body. Powerless to hold on to a woman who is far away. I closed my eyes helplessly. Falling on the grass in the rain......

Wait for him to wake up. It's dark. The rain has stopped. Simon Zhe picked up the scattered clothes and wrung out the water. Wear it on your body. Feel the bloodstained back of your head. Quickly return to the West Palace. To the people in the house, it is simply said that he was attacked and injured by others.

"Father. Is this really not related to the Prime Minister's Office?" Ximen Yichen looked at the blood that fell on Ximen Zhe's head. Ask.

It must have been hit by a rock or something. Not heavy but not light. It's going to leave a scar.

Who will be able to hurt his father?