Wan Qi'an touched his nose and lifted the curtains, as far as the eye could see, the night was deep, and the moonlight was sprinkled, but it was even more hazy.

Is this already out of town?

"How many people did we bring with us this time?"

Huan Ying conjured up a small one out of nowhere, drinking tea.

"Didn't you see that?" His eyes looked in the direction of the carriage door.

Wan Qi'an lifted the curtain again, Qing Ruo nodded at her, she couldn't help but widen her eyes, she knew that he was strong in martial arts, but the three of them were too risky.

She doesn't know any martial arts, and she's a slow runner.

"Are you sure? I don't think I'd better stop going, so I don't have to hold you back. ”

Huan Ying turned his face slightly, and Wan Qian'an felt the cold gaze.

"I'm doing it for your good, too." Wan Qian An's voice was sneered.

"It's okay, it's not so easy to drag the deity back."

The man's voice is very good, but the words he says are too arrogant.

Where does she want to care about them, she cares about herself, she has only been here for a long time, if she burps inexplicably, it will be boring.

Wan Jinan spread his hands and shrugged: "In that case, I have nothing more to say."

The car grunted, neither of them spoke, and gradually Wan Qi'an fell asleep and fell asleep leaning on the carriage.

Huan Ying raised her eyes to look at the sleeping woman a little stunned, the woman's clothes were thin, and occasionally a gust of wind blew, lifting the broken hair on her forehead, and the pendant on her earlobe also swayed with the carriage.

There was some indescribable emotion in his eyes, and when he settled down, he took out another book and flipped through it.

The next day, Wan Qiao'an tilted his head violently and woke up instantly.

"Oh my God, this neck hurts like it's going to break."

Wan Qian'an rubbed his sore neck and found that Huan Ying was no longer in the carriage at some point. She quickly jumped out of the carriage and found them in a wooded area, and the carriage was parked under a large tree, and the sun had already risen.

Wan Qi'an craned his neck and looked around, and finally saw two plainly dressed men talking not far away.

Both of them apparently heard her get out of the car and turned their heads. Wan Qian was shocked, two completely unfamiliar faces.

"Girl, you're awake, your subordinate is Qingruo, and I'm afraid the road after that will be inconvenient, so I'd better keep a low profile." One of the shorter men walked up to her.

Wan Qian'an stared at him carefully for a long time, although his facial features have changed, but this voice and figure are not bad, presumably the other man is Huan Ying, right?

"This disguise is so magical, I almost didn't even recognize it."

Huan Ying had already walked over while she was talking, dressed in ordinary clothes, not gorgeous, and her face had lost her former stunning appearance, it must have been the renpi mask, but that temperament was difficult to hide.

"You go and get dressed too."

Wan Qi'an followed the man's gaze, and there was indeed a burden on the carriage.

"Do I need to be disguised?" Wan Qian'an's eyes lit up, she was very curious about that thing.

"No, you don't."

The man's voice was still cold.

"Oh," Wan Qi'an wilted again, turned and got into the carriage, "You go farther, don't peek."

Huan Ying sneered: "What is there to see?"

Wan Qian'an was a little angry for a while, she didn't say S-shaped, but it was also convex and backward, what is there to see. As soon as the curtain was lowered, he saw the man go to a distance, and then he stumbled to change his clothes.

"Why am I a maid?"

In the middle of the night, Wan Qian'an appeared in front of the two in a maid suit.

"What? Has the maid of the deity wronged you? ”

The man was a little teasing in his words.

"Then there are many other positions besides maids, such as guards, sisters, younger brothers, sisters, and friends."

Wan Qian'an counted it seriously. Unexpectedly, Huan Ying walked up to her, took out a silver hairpin from her arms, and gently pulled up her somewhat messy green silk with her other hand and fixed it on the top of her head.

"That's like the maid of the deity."

Wan Qian'an was a little incredulous, her feelings were shabby, she had a hosta, but it was not suitable to wear it at this time.

So he reached out and touched the silver hairpin on the top of his head, and made a gesture to take it off.

"If you dare to take it off, don't ask for your claws."

Huan Ying saw through her mind at a glance, and Wan Qi'an had to put down her hand.

"Weird." Wan Qi'an pouted and looked at Qing Ruo, only to see him pretending to be invisible and touching the sword in his hand.

"Let's go." Huan Ying ignored her self-talk and went straight to the carriage.

She really has no human rights to be with him, who let her do anything, I will let you see how powerful this girl is when I have a chance in the future.

Wan Qian'an and Qingruo sat in the front of the car left and right, she didn't want to go in and look at his iceberg face, it was also good to look at the scenery outside.

The breeze blew away a lot of heat, and I wanted to sing a song for a while.

Wan Qian'an cleared his throat and opened his mouth to come:

"The wind speaks in your voice

Talking about the rain in the distance

I paused in my dreams

Count the rings of memory

Waiting for that hot love

Willing to exchange a lifetime of prosperity for ups and downs

Give a bottle of wine and seal the story

Love is the residual warmth left by the red dust

The flowers bloom and fall into imprints

Let the years be naïve and be one person

Love is the early spring of barren encounters

Silently pushed open the door of his heart

Ren Dou Zhuan and Star Shift

I am willing to be your only minister

Palm prints in the palm of the hand

Mess up the proportions of thoughts

Endless eyes

Written in every morning and dusk

Looking for stability in the midst of chaos

Even if the joys and sorrows are only for a moment

Give it to the moon to lay out the story

Love is the residual warmth left by the red dust

The flowers bloom and fall into imprints

Let the years be naïve and be one person

Love is the early spring of barren encounters

Silently pushed open the door of his heart

Ren Dou Zhuan and Star Shift

I am willing to be your only minister

Love is the residual warmth left by the red dust

The flowers bloom and fall into imprints

Let the years be naïve and be one person

Love is the early spring of barren encounters

Silently pushed open the door of his heart

Ren Dou Zhuan and Star Shift

I would like to be your only minister."