The atmosphere became solemn in an instant, and she didn't retreat tomorrow night, and directly met Bai Zixu's fierce gaze, what do you mean by what can you bear with me, Lan Xin looked at the two people who were competing against each other, and for the sake of safety, she moved to the side of Twelve, and Qiu Lou also moved to Twelve.

Taking a deep breath and holding back the anger in his heart, Bai Zixu didn't want to offend the people around Twelve, he picked up his robe and looked at Twelve: "I just want to catch up with you, I don't mean anything else." ”

You don't have to think of him as an enemy.

He didn't say the rest of the words, but Twelve understood, she just blinked and sneered: "No need, nothing else, I'll take the first step, you can do it yourself." With that, he stepped down the steps directly, and the figure quickly disappeared into the imperial garden, leaving only an indifferent back, Bai Zixu didn't even say the words to stay, and smiled stupidly.

In her eyes, is his existence really not worth mentioning?

was slightly bitter, but he could only watch her leave.

I would have turned my heart to the bright moon, but why did the bright moon shine on the ditch?

Walking out of the imperial garden, the cool breeze was blowing, and the scorching sun was shining overhead, but the twelve were shivering with cold, bypassing the red corridor, and at the corner at the end, the cold was blocked by a red figure.

She frowned, and saw a magnified demonic and delicate face, with a smile on it, looking at her with a burning expression.

How can you see him everywhere?

The cold color on Twelve's face deepened a little, and his thin lips opened slightly: "Get out!"

"Wait!" Ling Yuhan stretched out his hand and directly grabbed Twelve's way, his eyebrows and eyes were bent into two good-looking crescents, his eyes were shining and beautiful, and he was so beautiful that he was intoxicated, "Don't you say hello to me when you meet?"

"Good dogs don't get in the way!" Twelve waved his hand to push him away, and she was not in the mood to fight with him right now.

"Didn't you want to wait?" Ling Yuhan raised his arm, and actually grabbed Twelve's wrist in the air, his slender and white fingers pinched her pulse, and a slightly cool touch passed down the pores to her heart!

Twelve's heart jumped, and he was about to withdraw his hand, but he heard Ling Yuhan's obviously angry voice ringing in his ears: "What's the matter? How did your body become like this?"

Just a pulse, he could feel that the fighting qi in the twelve bodies had completely disappeared, the pulse of the martial artist was different from that of ordinary people, it was extremely strong, and when he diagnosed his pulse, it would automatically form a resistance, but now, Ling Yuhan didn't feel it at all, the ups and downs of the fighting qi in the twelve bodies seemed to have completely disappeared.

"Let go!" Twelve frowned, the anger on his face became a little heavier, and his arm struggled to get rid of his palm, but there was no fighting spirit in her body, how could she break free?

Seeing Ling Yuhan looking like he was going to bully the women of the good family, he was angry, and directly pulled out the long sword on his waist, a white light flashed in the air, and the blade of the sword was directed at Ling Yuhan's throat, but he didn't look back, his left hand was raised in the air, and he intercepted the blow in mid-air, the sword was firmly clamped between his fingers, no matter how hard Ming Ye tried to grab and draw, but it didn't move at all!

"What are you going to do?" Seeing this, Twelve's face was so gloomy that he could almost wring out the water.

Qiu Lou covered her mouth, and she didn't dare to take a breath, she naturally knew that the man in front of her would not be bad for Twelve at all, but the sense of danger in the air made her subconsciously dare not speak, so she could only hide behind Twelve trembling.

Lan Xin was also nervous when she hugged the little milk bag.

Facing the furious gaze of Shang Twelve, Ling Yuhan sighed in his heart, his fingers bent, and after a clanging sound, Mingye's long sword was easily broken in half by him, and with a wave of his flaming red sleeves in the air, he grabbed Twelve's waist and flew up to the eaves with her, and after a few jumps, it became an afterimage in the air.

"Damn!" Tomorrow Night was so angry that he trembled, and his face turned from blue to purple, from purple to black.

Fixedly looking at the direction in which Ling Yuhan and Twelve had disappeared, he almost gritted his teeth before swallowing the unwilling feeling in his chest.

What could be more heart-wrenching than watching the people you care about over and over again being kidnapped by other men?

"Okay, don't look abandoned, he won't hurt Ruyi. Qiu Lou stabbed Ming Ye's stiff body with his elbow and said with a hippie smile.

"Hmph!" "Tomorrow night, why don't you know?" But he just couldn't swallow this breath, his fist clenched at his side, he glared at Qiu Lou angrily, didn't say a word, went straight to the guardrail by the red corridor and sat down, just planning to wait here for the twelve to come back, Jun's body exuded a breath of no one to enter.

Qiu Lou touched the tip of his nose embarrassedly, looked at Ming Ye, who was obviously unhappy, and muttered, "What is fierce?"

will only sprinkle his anger on her, what kind of manhood is it?

She will never be able to understand how uncomfortable and aggrieved she is in her heart tomorrow night, but he can only endure it and bear it.

The strong wind sat on her face, blowing her cheeks painfully, her black hair was blown in the wind, her hands were pressed against her warm chest, she pursed her lips tightly, and looked up at Ling Yuhan with a cold face, was he angry?

This thought suddenly rose in my heart, but weishenme?

Twelve hurriedly shook his head, she weishenme to know the reason why he was angry?

I don't know if it's a woman's sixth sense, she always thinks that it's better for her not to open her mouth now.

Leap all the way from the Imperial Garden to the cold palace in the east, here is the courtyard abandoned by the imperial palace, through the arched moon gate, you can see the courtyard that has been uncleaned all year round, the fallen leaves are piled up like a mountain, several large trees in the dam have long withered, moss is everywhere, the houses are closed, and cobwebs can be seen everywhere.

The wind is blowing unscrupulously, blowing up fallen leaves and whirling in the wind, and from time to time there are bird calls that suddenly sound, adding a bit of seclusion and gloom to this uninhabited place.

The plaque hanging above the moon gate was already crumbling, swaying in the wind and making a creaking sound, Ling Yuhan entered the courtyard with Twelve in his arms, kicked open the door that had begun to peel off the paint, and after a loud bang, the dust came to the surface, and the smell of dampness made Twelve cough.

"What are you doing?" she exclaimed, raising her sleeves to cover her mouth and nose.

"Shut up!" Ling Yuhan said coldly, and walked straight into the room that had been uninhabited for more than ten years, lifted the dusty quilt on the bed, and patted the dust on the sleeved robe, and then placed the twelve.

"Take me away without saying a word, Ling Yuhan, you can't help but be too blind, right? Is it really easy for me to bully Sima Ruyi?" Twelve clenched his fists and asked angrily, two flames jumping in her deep eyes.

If it were someone else, they might be frightened by her murderous appearance, but who was he? He was the envoy of the Divine King Temple, how could he be shocked by the Twelve?

Sitting sideways on the edge of the bed, holding Twelve's shoulder with one hand, forcing her not to move for half a minute, the pressure of the fighting spirit shrouded straight down from the top of her head, Twelve stiffened, only felt that there was a boulder on her shoulder, she was like a lamb, without the ability to resist!

Bei Yan bit his lip tightly, even though the situation looked bad, but there was no fear on the twelve faces, but a look of tenacity and stubbornness!

She has never been an easy compromiser! Where there is oppression, there is resistance!

"Ling Yuhan!" said almost through gritted teeth: "You'd better not have a day when it falls into my hands!"

Every time, every time, every time, being led by his nose, being forced by his strong strength, this feeling of grievance, Twelve can hardly bear it!

"Don't shout. Ling Yuhan's deep voice came from behind, with a hint of danger and anger.

Twelve was stunned, "What are you angry about?"

Gas what?

Ling Yuhan was almost laughed at angrily, he got the news from the Xuannu Palace this morning, and he didn't enter the palace with her, but he only left for half a day, what about this woman?

Twelve suddenly felt a chill coming from behind her, her hair stood on end, and she was faintly uneasy in her heart, but she couldn't tell what she was uneasy about.

"Who is it?"

"What?" Twelve was asked inexplicably, but he couldn't turn his head to see his expression.

"I ask you, who is plotting against you?" The anger in the words was even heavier!

She felt strange, since she left the side hall, there was an indescribable ominous premonition in her heart, it turned out that she was plotted by someone!

Anger was stained all over her chest, the roots of her teeth were clenched tightly, the muscles on her cheeks were tense into a line, and her eyebrows were as cold as knives, she felt strange, how could the attitude of King Rui and Xiao Ya be so weird today!

The problem must be there!

Damn it!

She was too careless.

Blinded by the strength of his own martial arts, he thought that he could relax his vigilance with his cultivation!

Twelve wanted to slap herself, there was the Xuannu Palace in the front, and there was King Rui in the back, in this dangerous situation, she actually lost her usual vigilance!

"It seems that you already know in your heart, tell me, who is it?" Ling Yuhan looked at Twelve's constantly changing expressions, and a cold smile opened at the corner of his mouth, no matter who dared to plot against her, he would have to pay the price!

Even if it is the king of heaven, he will avenge her!

"What does it have to do with you?" asked Twelve unhappily, what was his tone, and why did he ask about her?

"You actually said it had nothing to do with me?" Ling Yuhan let go of his hand and forcibly broke Twelve's body, making her face him, "You try it again!"

With a raised eyebrow, the twelve straightened up to his surging gaze, and said word by word extremely slowly: "Who are you mine? Who am I plotting for, what do you have to do with you?"

As soon as the words fell, his lips were blocked by someone domineeringly, and Twelve's eyes widened in astonishment.

Tian licked, gnawed, and sucked, as if he wanted to swallow her alive, and even took away the twelve breaths.

There was a blank space in his mind for a moment, but in the next second, Twelve struggled violently, his hands were grabbed by him, and he used his feet instead, and his feet were pressed down by his knees, and he bit with his teeth, doing everything.

Soon, a smell of blood wafted in the mouths of the two, and it was no longer clear whether it was hers or his.

Or both.

When her lips parted, a stream of silver silk threads rolled up, the picture was so ambiguous that it made people blush and heartbeat, breathing slightly, twelve and one lips, there was a blood stain on the back of her hand, she raised her hand, and was about to take a picture, but Ling Yuhan grabbed her wrist faster than her.

The thumb gently rubbed her red and swollen lips, and the thin lips turned upward, with a slight evil and bewitching arc: "Now, do you dare to say that we have nothing to do with each other?"

If she dared, he wouldn't mind doing it again!