Chapter 915

Yan Zhengling was like being hit by thunder, and asked, "How long will it take for Hanbao to come back?" ”

Zhan Hanjue was like a fish in his throat, and it took a long time before he said: "That depends on his creation." If he can study diligently and practice hard, he will come back soon. ”

Although Zhan Hanjue tried his best to speak lightly, Yan Zhengling couldn't accept this cruel indefinite separation at all.

She suddenly roared madly, "Lord War, he's just a child, how can you send him to a far place?" I want you to bring him back. ”

She howled, "You bastard. ”

Zhan Hanjue's eyes were red, and if he could, he also wanted to bring back the missing Hanbao.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry......"

Yan Zhengling's vision was dark, she only felt that she was in a huge black curtain, and she couldn't find an exit at all.

"My eyes ......," she said to herself.

Maybe Yan Zhengling was out of control, her optic nerve was disordered in an instant, and her eyes were blind.

But she was walking on the cramped sidewalk with her mobile phone again, staggering to the roadway without realizing it.

A sharp whistle sounded, followed by a rough voice bursting out, "Hey, you're dead." ”

At this moment, he heard someone else's roar from the microphone again, "You blind man, don't come out and run around if you have nothing to do." ”

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Zheng Ling humbly apologized.

Chill stood up and ran to the door at lightning speed. Suddenly remembering something, he turned back and took off the lavender perfume on the Bogu shelf and sprayed himself vigorously.

Zhan Han Jue listened to the chaotic voices over there, and discerned the truth from the chaos and noise.

There was a huge uneasiness in his heart, could it be that Zheng Ling's eyes were blind?

He had this judgment because Zheng Ling had intermittent blindness.

"This blind man ran to the middle of the highway to touch porcelain. It's shameless. ”

"Shouldn't the blind go the blind way? Whoever bumps into such a blind man without merit is really unlucky! ”

......

Zhan Hanjue quickly found Yan Zhengling according to the location of her mobile phone, she sat helplessly on the road, holding her knees with her hands and burying her head in her knees.

Crying heartbreakingly.

The people around her pointed at her.

Zhan Han Jue picked up Zheng Ling's hand, put it on his neck, and then skillfully carried her on his back.

Zheng Ling was on his back, crying so much that his whole body was trembling.

Zhan Hanjue didn't dare to speak, but his tears also burst out of his eyes.

Zhan Hanjue walked over, his eyes fierce as if he wanted to kill, and glared at the people around him, who were scattered like birds and beasts.

His Zheng Ling was only blind suddenly, so he couldn't adapt to the skills of walking the blind path.

It is simply hateful that this rabble dares to openly insult her.

He curled her fingers in reply.

Yan Zhengling gradually stopped crying, why, this mute made her feel so familiar?

His back was as wide and warm as that of the War Chill Lord.

Zheng Ling was on the back of the War Chill Lord, crying and thanking him. "Thank you for helping me."

Lord Zhan Han didn't dare to answer her.

But put her hand to his lips, Yan Zhengling was slightly stunned, "You can't speak?" ”

But on his body, there is the smell of perfume that the Lord of War Hand hates the most.

Lavender, the language of flowers is waiting for love.

She had given him such perfumes. At that time, he frowned to express his displeasure, "Zheng Ling, the flower language of lavender is waiting for love." Brother Jue didn't like it. Brother Jue's love is that the flowers can be broken and the branches must be broken, and there are no flowers and empty branches. ”