Chen Changfeng, who rushed down the small attic, moved slowly, walked slowly, standing quietly behind her, looking at her carefully.

She probably fell into the mortal world by accident, and the aura of the mortal woman is different, she is like a feather in the air, you want to touch it, but you can't bear to disturb her quiet, it is better to treat her as a painting, forever guarding her.

The spring breeze in the middle of the night occasionally carries a biting cold, especially now that it has just rained a spring rain.

Chen Changfeng, who felt sorry for her, couldn't help but take off the white brocade robe on his body, and gently walked over and draped it over her shoulders.

Chen Changfeng said softly with pity: "I'm back, let's go home."

"Home, I don't have a home"

The stunningly beautiful face that turned his head said coldly.

I haven't seen her for eleven years, but Chen Changfeng can still see the appearance of the little enemy from her beautiful face that can't be described by 80,000 words in the world.

Yang Xiaofu, who looked cold, stood up, passed by Chen Changfeng, held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and walked slowly in the direction of the palace!

Chen Changfeng turned around and looked at the slim girl who was captivating the country and the city, and suddenly ran over desperately, with his hands around her waist, and his handsome face snuggled against her shoulder and begged: "Don't go, okay."

"Letting go"

"Don't let go"

"If you don't let go, I'll kill you"

"I won't let it go if I die"

Yang Xiaofu, who had a cold expression, slammed into Chen Changfeng's chest with an elbow of ten-layer skill.

Chen Changfeng, who looked worried, smashed into the mud thirty meters away like a paper kite with a broken thread.

Yang Xiaofu, who broke free, continued to walk forward expressionlessly, without looking back.

Chen Changfeng, who struggled to get up in the mud, spat blood, leaned over, covered his chest with his right hand, and ran madly towards the woman who was like a fairy in the moonlight.

Desperately hugging her feet, Chen Changfeng couldn't stand up at this time, and he could only hold on to those feet when he was lying on the ground, preventing her from taking another step forward.

She didn't look back with a cold look, she didn't hesitate to draw her sword, and slashed her sword behind her back......

It was still so quiet in the middle of the night that I didn't even hear a single sound from him......

The muddy and dirty hands still clasped her snow-like jade feet.

Yang Xiaofu, who was panicked in an instant, turned his head to look at Chen Changfeng, who was lying on the ground with his back scarlet, looking at this little wrongdoer who was not even afraid of death for her and cried desperately: "Don't you die, speak, I beg you to talk to me, please, Changfeng, did Chen Changfeng hear it."

Dou Da's tears dripped from those eyes, and she used a lot of strength to break the hands that clasped her ankles, and Qianruo's delicate body carried him on his back and ran on the muddy north-south road.

A little clay figure carries a clay figure on his back!

Two clay figurines!