The words of the old man of the stars kept echoing in Qianqian's ears: "The seven princes and the seventeen princes are in conflict, the two fight, one of them will not escape death, the original fate is irreversible, fortunately, the seventh princess has not left here, I hope it is too late",

Qianqian rode the wind-chasing horse of the old man of the stars and galloped all the way towards Luocheng,

Chasing the wind, the horse is as its name suggests, the speed is extremely fast, sitting on the horse's back all the way can only hear the wind in the ears,

Qianqian knew that ordinary horses didn't have such a fast speed, and it was impossible for them to run for so long, but chasing the wind did.

Qianqian recognized that the army of the Snowy Country was in front, and the dense iron cavalry army was stationed under the gate of Luocheng, and it was difficult to bypass it.

Just when Qianqian was thinking about whether to go to Huangfu Xueying to borrow a way, the wind chasing horse paused, and then a long hiss, Qianqian was startled, and suddenly understood the meaning of chasing the wind,

Qianqian tightened the reins in her hand, and the wind chasing horse rose into the air, crossed the fence made of wood in front of her, passed through the gap in the crowd, and galloped towards the gate of Luocheng.

The sudden arrival of a man and a horse alarmed everyone, but everyone could see that there was a woman on the horseback, just running towards the city gate, and there should be no malice.

Many people moved to the sides to make way for Qianqian, Qianqian was thinking in his heart, the soldiers of the Snowy Country are really a little close to the people, this thought just flashed, and he felt a hurricane in front of him,

Profound internal force!

Chasing the wind was hit by the strong palm wind, and he was about to fall to the ground, but when he fell to the ground, the limbs of the whole body were bent and knelt on the ground, and then he fell to the side, because of this cushioning action, Qianqian did not fall heavily from the carriage.

When some swords and swords were pointed around her neck, she stuck out her tongue and thought: I just thought they had no malicious intentions, then this is really a big misunderstanding!

The crowd in front of them gradually separated to the sides, and in the strong metallic smell, they smelled a faint and elegant bamboo fragrance.

When the light in front of him dimmed, Qianqian raised his head and saw the man in front of him, even if he was leading the army to fight, he was still wearing a customary corset of white clothes,

Qianqian looked at the Huangfu Snow Shadow, smiled wryly, and said, "The seventeenth prince has such a big formation, it is really - mighty and extraordinary",

Huangfu Xueying's eyes like ink jade contained stormy emotions, and at the moment when he guessed that it might be her just now, there was a feeling of sudden dream,

That day, when he heard that she had fallen down the valley, he suddenly felt that the whole world had collapsed, it turned out that over the years, even if he knew that she was not her, he still couldn't get rid of the obsession with her in his heart.

Huangfu Xueying looked at Qianqian for a long time, until Qianqian felt that her face was starting to burn a little, and then he curled the corners of his lips and said lightly to her: "It's good to see you again."

Qianqian: "......", bypassing the Huangfu Snow Shadow and looking at the city gate close to Chi Chi, Qianqian stretched out his finger and pointed to the swords around him, and said: "Can you--",

Huangfu Snow Shadow stepped forward, did not order the removal of the swords around her, but squatted down in front of her, stretched out his slender fingers and stroked her cheek, and the gentle voice of Qianqian felt that it was not real, "You have cleared--",

Qianqian: "......", suddenly there was a feeling of wanting to cry without tears,

I said, don't be like this, I'm just passing by, really, can you ignore me, T_T!

After smelling a pungent fragrance, Qianqian heard three words in a trance: "I'm sorry",