The moment she was carried away, she realized that she seemed to have no hope of getting out.

A group of people walked in the streets and alleys, not wanting to attract attention, looking at the broad masses of people who were pointing fingers and watching the show, only discussing and watching coldly, and no one stepped forward to hold grievances for a weak woman in distress.

If you want to talk about human beings in the 21st century, they only sweep the snow in front of their own house, regardless of the frost on the tiles of others. Yi Ruohan only felt powerless, saying that people's hearts are not ancient, are these ancients noble?

"Don't look at it, no one will save you, hurry up." Someone behind him was impatient to urge, and Yi Ruohan stumbled, and a fluffy white object fell from his arms.

Looking at the pale green figure that was getting farther and farther, the white furball flew away with a 'meow', and disappeared into the vast sea of people in a few leaps.

To tell the truth, Yi Ruohan is actually a Yan Kong, as long as she is good-looking, she can't help but look at it a few more times, regardless of whether she is male or female.

But although the person in front of her is beautiful, she has been staring at it, but she is not in a happy mood at the moment, not only that, but there are faint beads of sweat on her forehead.

"I really can't save it, even if you kill me, I'm still the same sentence, instead of wasting time on me, it's better to hurry up and find a way to save her."

The strange man beside him didn't speak, and since he entered the door, his eyes were attracted by the person in the ice coffin, and he didn't take half a minute away.

Just when she thought the man would ignore her, the man spoke. "You just said that someone could save her, who is that person and where is he now?"

Forehead? The wooden man finally spoke, did it mean that she could go?

"That person is red-clothed and silver-haired, and has an excellent temperament, I believe that as long as people who have seen it once want to forget, he has appeared in Xishui Country before, you will know as long as you inquire a little."

Of course, she wouldn't be stupid enough to say his identity, just ask, who in the whole world would dare to beat that person's idea?

"Silver-haired red?" He had seen a lot of people in red, but he thought he had never seen silver hair, unless it was an old man who was over half a hundred years old.

Yi Ruohan nodded like pounding garlic, "En, it's always dressed like this, you can definitely find it as long as you use a snack." ”

Donglan nodded and said in a deep voice, "Come on, ......" After ordering his subordinates, he didn't look at Yi Ruohan, and his eyes turned to the serene face of the woman in the coffin again.

Unlike the previous expressions that had been treated to her and the others, the man's face softened, and the eyes that looked at the woman were filled with affection that could not be dissolved.

No way?

Isn't this in the coffin the lover of the monk's family? Why does this cold emperor also know? Not only do I know each other, but it also seems to be ambiguous and greasy.

A pair of eyes fluttered, and the bloody plot was automatically staged in her mind, and gradually, she smiled thiefly.

Damn monk, I won't tell you that in fact, your woman has a leg with other men, hahaha.

Suddenly, I realized a problem, "Hey, I don't want to get in the way of your business here, and I'm afraid of the long needle eye, and I can't save her, so you might as well let me go." ”

Some people are looking forward to this, but on the other side, Dong Lanjing doesn't like her at all, and is immersed in his own world, recalling the love-hate entanglement with the person in the coffin.

With his hands folded, Yi Ruohan secretly prayed in his heart: "Amitabha, this cold emperor can't be counted on."

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