"38, can you say it next time you want to teleport, Lao Tzu still has something to do!"

38 looked aggrieved: [I'm sorry, Xiaoyu, I don't know. 】

Sang Yu looked at the unfamiliar scenery in front of her, thinking of the husband who was left in the cold palace and had not yet been cultivated, she was so angry that her heart hurt.

And after Sang Yu disappeared, Chu Youning had already noticed it, and when he opened his eyes and looked at a burst of white light in front of him, he thought he had a dream.

But when the light disappeared and he looked at the empty arms, at that moment, all the heartache welled up in his heart.

"Mother...... Lady-"

No one responded, only the cold wind blew open the door, blowing loneliness and despair into every inch of the night.

Chu Youning's outstretched hand only caught a burst of nothingness.

In a trance, everything was running desperately and vigorously.

The girl's figure, smiling, faded away.

Chu Youning stood in the open space blankly, looking at the night in front of him with an unfocused face.

For some reason, he suddenly felt so painful, as if something had been forgotten by him.

But he didn't know what he had lost, just as he didn't know why he felt so cold on a June night.

Tears fell without warning.

My heart felt like it was about to break.

Until the girl broke into his sight.

"Big brother, why are you crying?"

The girl in red walked up to him and stared at him curiously.

He lifted his eyelashes, little by little, to see her.

The red back that gradually faded away suddenly appeared in my memory, and the blank space in my mind seemed to disappear, and everything was strangely stitched together.

*

When Sang Yu woke up again, she felt a sudden pain in her waist, and before she could react, her hand limped subconsciously.

There was a bang, and immediately after, Sang Yu heard a burst of exclamations.

"Lord Wang!"

Sang Yu's vision gradually cleared.

In front of me is a huge antique palace, revealing a luxurious atmosphere everywhere.

Not far away, the man who was abducted by her elbow was sitting on the ground at the moment, looking at her with a blue face.

The man's facial features are delicate and three-dimensional, his eyebrows and eyes are slightly raised, with a bit of sharpness, his thin lips are pink, and he has an indifferent arc.

Whether it's cold or not, it's all over handsome.

Sang Yu said that he wanted to go on a little: (o̴̶̷̤໐o̴̶̷̤)

38: Its native language is speechless.

In addition to Chu Yuan, the butler beside him who went to help him also stared at Sang Yu viciously.

"Bold, you dare to push the prince!"

Tsk, if he hadn't pinched her waist just now, how could she have pushed him.

Sang Yu, who was adapted to her identity, already understood why Chu Yuan pinched her waist just now.

Because she said a word.

"Can Xiao Yu wait for the prince tonight?"

Only acting on the scene with the original owner, how could Chu Yuan, who was loyal to the heroine, agree.

Right now, Sang Yu looked at this somewhat embarrassing scene, bit her lip and smiled shyly, "I'm sorry Lord Wang, Xiaoyu didn't mean it, but you touched Xiaoyu's itchy flesh, Xiaoyu subconsciously gently pushed you......"

Chu Yuan, who obviously felt a dull pain in his body: ?

Does she call it a gentle push?

Chu Yuan knew that her purpose by his side was not pure, and now he could just take this opportunity to kill her......

But at this moment, the girl suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm.

Her cat-like soft body leaned over, and her bright red lips smiled coquettishly: "Lord Wang, is it hurting to fall, Xiaoyu will help you rub it." ”

Her voice was tactful, soft and delicate, with an inexhaustible lingeringness.

And the hands that helped him rub his arms were as white and tender as jade, and the strength was gentle, but he couldn't ignore it.

"Lord Wang, do you like this strength?"