It's too light, how can a boy who is 1.8 meters old be as light as a girl?

This weighs only about fifty kilograms, recalling Yang Feixue's height and body shape in her mind, and looking at Jian Junxi who fainted, could she grow so tall?

The eyes are very similar, but the size of the eyes is completely different, especially his Adam's apple reminds him that he is holding a boy, especially his fair and slender hands

A girl of one hundred and eighty centimeters, he has not seen it, he even knows a girl as tall as him, her hands are not so slender, and he is confused again in an instant.

Was it he himself who had the delusion? Is all this just a coincidence?

"Brother Jing, you better give him back to me! He'll be upset when he knows! Ouyang Yi wanted to take Jian Junxi back from him after being surprised, but Nangong Jing took a step back.

Looking at Jian Junxi's flat chest, a trace of inquiry swept through the bottom of her deep eyes, and her sharp gaze seemed to be able to penetrate her clothes, and she raised her lips and replied coldly: "Impossible? ”

Ouyang Yi: "......"...... What to do?

Facing his cold and intimidating gaze, Ouyang Yi's spine stiffened, looked at Jian Junxi, who was completely unconscious, clenched his fists, pursed his lips and explained: "He...... He doesn't like strangers approaching him......"

"So what?" Nangong Jing exuded the momentum of a king's landing all over her body, and turned around when she hugged her, with an incomprehensible treacherousness in her deep eyes.

Ouyang Yi couldn't forget Jian Junxi's desperate eyes, especially the current Nangong Jing in his eyes, it was no different from a nervous disorder, he was just such a brother, no matter what, he must save him.

strode in front of Nangong Jing, and said excitedly: "Brother Jing, how did he offend you, can I apologize to you for him?" He's been beaten by you now that he only has one breath left, I beg you, will you let him go? ”

Nangong Jingyu frowned, looking at her in his arms suspiciously, there were still undried blood stains on the corners of his lips, and his dying appearance made his breath suffolate, and his heart began to hurt again, why is this?

His empty gaze, the color in his eyes faded, and he was only full of doubts, but he still didn't intend to let go, hugged her and bypassed Ouyang Yi, and strode forward, Ouyang Yi's face changed greatly.

There was no way, his clenched fists attacked the back of Nangong Jing's neck, he dodged, carried her on his shoulder, and fought Ouyang Yi with one hand.

But even if it was one hand, Ouyang Yi was not his opponent, and several guards rushed up to help when they saw this, but they didn't dare to hurt him, so a few people could only be beaten by him.

Nangong Jing's eyes showed a fierce light, even if he only had one hand to fight with them, he refused to let go of her.

Jian Junxi, who was carried by him on her shoulder, had fainted with pain in her head and chest, but she was carried on her shoulders by him, and she kept swinging, and the huge pain in her chest made her speechless, and she let out a muffled snort of pain, and murmured: "Ouyang Yi......"

Ouyang Yi was shocked, immediately stopped, and responded anxiously: "Brother Xi, I'm here, I'm ......"

After Nangong Jing kicked a guard away, he heard her weak call and hugged her horizontally in his arms, and Jian Junxi's whole body was suspended, especially in his chest

It was like countless sharp blades scraping and stabbing on it, and it was difficult to even breathe, and the cold sweat on his forehead kept pouring out.

(End of chapter)