Fuying Mountain.

In the grove at the foot of the mountain,

Cicadas chirp, birds chirp, sycamore leaves rustle.

The sound of fighting broke the silence in the forest.

The two figures, successively crossing the carriage, were inseparable.

Li Mubai shouted anxiously:

"Feng Gongzi! Stop it! Misunderstanding, it must be a misunderstanding! ”

Feng Xiaoyao struck at Ji Fanyin Tianling Gai with one palm, and when she retreated to dodge, she followed up with a punch and roared:

"There is no misunderstanding! That's her! If it weren't for the lady who set up a stall at the gate of the city, she had a vague impression and told me that you had left Qiushui City, and I would still be squatting in the Fulai Inn like a fool, waiting for you to come back and pick me up! ”

Givenin gently and skillfully avoided his repeated attacks, and smiled:

"The eldest lady at the gate of the city is dizzy, and she is deeply impressed by the handsome men and women who are born to the three of us. I haven't even noticed it yet. ”

Feng Xiaoyao was angry when he heard this, and kicked Ji Fanyin in the abdomen.

The corners of Ji Fanyin's lips rose, the rag that was not in a hurry retreated, and the luck of his right palm turned into an eagle's claw, wanting to repay the revenge of Feng Xiaoyao's palm.

At this time, the familiar breath drifted with the mountain wind from afar.

A strange look flashed in Ji Fanyin's eyes, and he immediately retracted his momentum and retreated step by step: Hmph~ When Chenchen saw her being bullied, maybe she was nervous, hey, she forgot to investigate her for imitating his handwriting.

Ji Fanyin made up his mind, in order to imitate the poor one more likely, his red lips were slightly opened, and his small body was like a remnant leaf in autumn, unable to resist Feng Xiaoyao's fierce attack:

"Ah......h

Hearing her helpless exclamation, Feng Xiaoyao's face became darker and darker, and the fire in her eyes became more and more intense!

"What are you playing again! Whatever it is, this time, I'm going to teach you a good lesson! ”

The fury was deafening.

Feng Xiaoyao no longer showed mercy to his subordinates, and with full power, the fierce fist swung straight down and hit Ji Fanyin.

"Miss Ji! Be careful! Li Mubai stepped forward.

Suddenly, a hurricane blew from afar, blowing Li Mubai unable to open his eyes.

At the same moment, a hand reached out from behind Ji Fanyin's back, firmly grasped her waist, pulled back, and brought it into his arms.

The embrace that falls into it is warm, generous, familiar, with a faint lotus fragrance that can only be smelled on the near side.

He's coming.

As soon as Ji Fanyin raised his head excitedly, he collided with a pair of deep black eyes.

The emotions in those eyes were not cold, not hot, like ice spring water, calm and clear.

Ji Fanyin's heart was cold, and the unfamiliar eyes made her forget to speak.

Shui Qingchen looked at Ji Fanyin and whispered:

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

A chill flashed under his eyes, and Shui Qingchen met the iron fist with one palm, instantly shaking the person who attacked Ji Fanyin back more than ten meters away.

Just listened, there was a crisp sound of "click", and Feng Xiaoyao's right arm, in a strange posture, hung down at his side.

Hurt.

The pain of the heart.

Feng Xiaoyao was so painful that his eyes were full of stars, his body trembled, and he couldn't believe what he saw with his eyes.

Brother Qingchen, where did you come from?

Why did you hit him?!

Why!

Givenin was also quite frightened.

The sun seeped through the dense foliage, sparsely sprinkled on the handsome cheeks of the watery dust.

He kept his eyes down, staring at her, the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a familiar smile.

Givenin swallowed a mouthful of saliva and pointed to the opposite side hesitantly:

"Dust...... Have you seen clearly? ”

"See what?"

Giventon:

"You just took off your arm...... It's Feng Xiaoyao. ”

Water Dust Clearing:

“……”

Giventon:

“……”

Feng Xiaoyao:

“……”

Li Mubai:

“……”

Four, silent.

A quarter of an hour later.

Shui Qingchen had a gloomy face and got out of the carriage.

Feng Xiaoyao's arm has been connected, but he has to cultivate well for a while.

Ji Fanyin stood under the plane tree with a weak heart, and saw Shui Qingchen holding two envelopes in his hands and walking towards her.

Without waiting for him to speak, Ji Fanyin said quickly:

"I wrote it."

"I did."

"I do."

"I'm not wrong."

"But I hate him!"

"I just hate him!"

Shui Qingchen didn't speak, and for the first time, he carefully looked at the person in front of him.

The appearance is immature, the skin is white and fine, like a carefully polished white jade, smooth and translucent.

Those eyes are clever and fierce, like undomesticated little beasts, with a kind of blood and stubbornness.

On her body, Shui Qingchen didn't feel a little servile, but felt an innate aristocratic atmosphere.

She pursed her lips and looked straight into his eyes, without a hint of dodging or timidity.

How could she be a servant of Death Valley.

Shui Qingchen's scrutinizing gaze, like a thorn, stimulated Ji Fanyin's angry eyes, and he glared back not to be outdone.

Hum! Don't expect her to admit her mistakes!