"It's been a long time. Tang Yuluo walked towards the carriage with Bu Zhijun in his arms, none of the two women dared to move, and it was impossible for anyone who had not experienced the feeling of being stared at to understand.

Tang Yuluo moved the person to the car, put it away, and then tidied up Bu Zhijun's clothes and hair, just like the most attentive wife taking care of her husband.

Then he got out of the car and said to a few girls: "I took him away, if the people behind you want someone, come to me Tang Yuluo." I know your business, don't just hit his attention. Tang Yuluo is thin and small, but that kind of momentum makes people feel that she is very tall, that kind of arrogance, that kind of domineering, it is completely impossible to imagine that this is a little girl can show.

"What a horrible woman. When the person walked away, the five-step krait snake staring at Xiao Daogu slowly retreated, and then turned into a golden thread and left quickly. After the snake left the field of vision, Xiao Daogu's whole person was paralyzed, and her Dao robe was already soaked. She was just a fledgling little girl, and the feeling of facing death so close made her all her strength drained.

The woman was slender and delicate, like a mandala about to bloom. It's like a sign on a woman's carriage.

Tang Yuluo, a person from the Tang Sect, Qingsi's head lowered slightly, Miss, I can't protect my uncle. The Demon Gate has the rules of the Demon Gate, the task is sent out, if you can get what you want if you complete it, if you can't complete it, then you don't need to be punished, because the only consequence of not completing it is - death!

Pressing his hand on his forehead, Qingsi's eyes were closed, as long as the palm force was spitted, Qingsi had only one end, death. And there is no way to cure death, the skull is shattered, the brain is bursting, even if Da Luo Jinxian comes, he will definitely die!

"Qingsi, stop. That woman is not something you can deal with. A voice came from afar, brush, a red silk satin rolled from a distance, this kind of bearing, this kind of pomp, only one person will have, that is the imperial flower, Chi Duqing!

Qingsi's hand is still down, if she can't die, no one wants to die. She failed her mission and should have died, but if she could get Chi Duqing's forgiveness at this moment, it would mean that her mission had not failed.

The sword in the hand of the little Daogu from the Wudang faction was slightly raised, although the Demon Sect and Wudang did not have any hatred, but they also belonged to two camps with each other. If the Imperial Maiden Flower made a move, she was not the slightest surprised.

Xiao Daogu already knew the gap between herself and these peerless Tianjiao on the rivers and lakes at this moment, and it was no longer a gap that could be described as almost. Tang Yuluo, the peerless Tianjiao of the Tang Sect, taught her a lesson with her life, life and death can't help herself, that feeling makes this little Dao Gu who has always been protected by Qinglan Daoist feel what the rivers and lakes are.

That feeling of powerlessness, that feeling of being controlled, made this little girl, who was still a little naïve, grow up a lot in an instant. This is the rivers and lakes, not Wudang Mountain, and there is no master and mother who can shelter themselves here.

"Don't be nervous, little girl, I'm not going to kill a little girl like you who doesn't know anything. Chi Duqing's words were so arrogant, as if she was born to be the witch who stood in the clouds and looked down on all beings. Yes, witch, she was never a fairy. She is the emperor's flower, but that emperor is not the emperor of heaven, but the evil emperor.

"Chi Duqing. These three words, Xiao Daogu seemed to be squeezed out of between her teeth, and just three words were already a great pressure.

"The little girl of the Gu family, the little girl of the Lu family, the medicinal effect of this Si Meng is really good. As Chi Duqing walked, it seemed as if there would always be a red silk satin stretching under her feet. Reaching out and touching the foreheads of the two sleeping girls, as if feeling the residual effect.

Tang Yuluo: Who gave you the guts to grab a man with me? Although I don't like this guy, I don't like it even more when someone touches what I have ordered. Although my father's man is unreliable, he has always had a good eye for people, since he said that this person can be my man, then I will pull him into the scope of my investigation.

Chi Duqing looked up and looked at the two ruts left behind by the carriage, with a wicked smile on the corner of her mouth.

Cangzhou, inn.

When Bu Zhijun woke up, it was already late at night, and he was dizzy at the moment, like a seriously ill person. There was the sound of someone washing things in my ears, and then there was a warm and moist feeling, on my face, it should be a handkerchief or something, this is to help me wipe my face? Bu Zhijun's brain was groggy and couldn't wake up at all.

"Little brother, why aren't you awake yet?" a little girl's soft and weak voice rang in Bu Zhijun's ears, as if there was a lot of resentment.

This title is so familiar. This little girl's voice is so familiar. A forgotten figure in Bu Zhijun's mind slowly became clearer, but he still couldn't remember the face of that figure.

Little brother, why don't you come back to me? I've been waiting for the peony you gave me. Why didn't you write to me and talk about Luoyang peony? The little girl was whispering. tells about the original agreement, and the longing for the boy.

Bu Zhijun soon felt that the little girl had put her face on her face, rubbing it gently, like a kitten that had been wandering for a long time and returned to her master's side. That kind of attachment is like the softest silk thread, entwining the body and mind of the teenager. It's a kind of gentleness, a gentleness that makes people feel at ease. Tang Yuluo's gentleness will only give one person, that is, Bu Zhijun, the person who gave her a ray of sunshine in the darkest time of her life. Everyone can do the icing on the cake, but how many people can send charcoal in the snow?

"Yuluo. It seemed to be a whisper from the depths of the Nine Shadows, and the voice was so small that even the boy himself couldn't hear it clearly. The boy even whispered softly when he was confused, but it was already a great encouragement for this girl, and being able to call out his name meant that this boy still had his own existence in the depths of his memory, which made the girl feel a little relieved about the boy's departure. Although he forgot the agreement, he did not forget himself.

Little brother, you are mine, and no one can snatch it away. Tang Yuluo covered Bu Zhijun with a quilt, and then carefully arranged a circle of poison around the room, whoever touches who dies, as for Bu Zhijun, she will always stay by his side. It's better for the others to die, what imperial flower, what Miss Gu, what Xie Yuwei, all give the old lady to die!