"Tianjiao!" His eyes caught the little figure who was slowly falling in the chaos. He Lanji flicked past her like an arrow. Before her head hit the ground, he stretched out his palm and struck her.
between his head and the ground, "How are you?!"
His voice seemed to reach her ears across thousands of mountains and rivers, it was vague and hard to hear clearly, but she still recognized him, not only his voice, but also his smell.
The very light refreshing aroma was that of cold lotus, which tasted very much like the mint from her previous life.
Having slept in his arms many times, she had already memorized the smell.
"Ji?!" Simply calling out his name, Chu Tianjiao tried hard to open his eyes, but he tried his best to open just a small crack, but still couldn't see Helan Ji's concerned face clearly.
He just uttered three words in the end, "I can't die!"
Then, her last tense nerves were released, and her body completely relaxed in his arms.
Is it because he is worried about the comfort left behind, or is it because of the last trace of unruliness and pride in his bones? Even Chu Tianjiao himself probably can't figure it out clearly.
Hearing the three words she muttered in his ears, He Lan raised a faint smile on his thin lips, with more distress in his eyes. He stood up and hugged her to stand upright. He turned around and looked at Sui Zai
Long Xiang, who fell behind him, held Chu Tianjiao's palm and flicked it, and several fireballs scattered in all directions, turning into a ball of flames and wrapping around the corpses on the ground and the messy leaves, trunks and other objects.
After observing the surroundings to make sure that the fire would not spread too much, He Lanji said, "Okay, go back!"
Long Xiang looked at Chu Tianjiao who was huddled in his arms with some worry, his face was pale, his body was covered with scars, his clothes and boots were damaged, "Princess, is she okay?!"
"Her?!" He Lanji raised her eyebrows, her eyes looking down with tenderness, "It's okay, she can't die!"
After saying this, he stood up.
Long Xiang glanced around, looking at the terrible traces left on the ground. He could not help but twitch his eyebrows even though he had never frowned even when facing thousands of troops on the grassland.
What kind of power showdown would leave such traces? The towering trees seemed to have been uprooted from the ground, and the entire bush was razed to the ground. He had just checked that there were at least five bodies on the ground.
The corpse of the killer... Is their little princess already so powerful?!
Looking away from the rapidly igniting fire, Long Xiang quickly chased after He Lanji's figure.