His breath still lingers in the air, and there is even a little warmth between the quilts, which proves that he did sleep here before. However, where can he go so late?
With her body flickering, Cai'er came out of the window like a wisp of green smoke and reappeared on the street. She tapped the green bamboo stick gently on the ground and slowly walked towards the hotel where she lived. At this time, her heart was full of worry. In the absence of
After finding Long Haochen, she searched every room, including the place where Li Xin and Ye Hua lived. Every time she entered a room, she would quietly feel the changes in the atmosphere, looking for the one that belonged to him. But
All efforts were in vain. He was not here, and there was no trace of him in the entire hotel except his own room.
Could it be that something happened to him? The sound of the green bamboo stick tapping in Cai'er's hand became obviously louder. A layer of frost covered her beautiful face. If something really happened to him, no matter who it is, I will not let him go.
Returning to his residence and sitting cross-legged on the bed, Cai'er's heart could not calm down. Logically speaking, this is the headquarters of the Temple Alliance. As a contestant in the Demon Hunting Team selection competition, the possibility of something happening to him is extremely small. Before,
When he attacked Yang Wenzhao, weren't there strong men from the alliance coming to rescue him in a short time? But where could he go?
For half an hour, Cai'er was unable to enter a state of trance.
I'm going to find him.
After getting out of bed again, Cai'er grabbed her green bamboo stick and left the hotel again. But because of the anxiety in her heart, she forgot to put on her veil in the dark night.
The night was as cool as water, and Cai'er woke up a little when the night wind blew her gently. As the saying goes, caring leads to chaos. After calming down a little, she kept thinking about where Long Haochen might go. As long as she was not caught by
If someone is kidnapped, where will he go?
Could it be...
Suddenly, she thought of something. Could he have gone there? But, it was so late, was it possible?
No matter, whether he goes there or not, that place is still a target.
On normal days, she and Long Haochen could walk for half an hour, and in the light body leap, the time was spent in just a dozen breaths.
The tip of her nose moved slightly, and Cai'er's expression changed. It was his smell, it was his smell, and he was actually here.
The green bamboo stick tapped the ground quickly, and Cai'er walked forward quickly, following the familiar refreshing breath.
It was already difficult for Long Haochen to maintain his consciousness. Repeated falls made him weaker. At this time, he could not even see the scenery in front of him clearly. But he still stood there with clenched teeth, his body like
It is constantly shaking like a tumbler.
"Tuk, Tuk, Tuk"
"Tuk, Tuk, Tuk"
The familiar voice made him barely conscious. Is it her? Or am I hallucinating.
"Long Haochen." Cai'er sounded anxious.
Immediately afterwards, a slender green bamboo stick was pointed at Long Haochen.
Long Haochen was already unsteady on his feet and fell to the ground with a thud. However, this fall also made him sober up.
She was wearing a long black dress, and her long purple hair, which was slightly messy but like a waterfall, poured down and spread over his face. A faint, slightly cold fragrance came from him. He suddenly saw a picture full of anxiety.
Appearance.
Her slightly pale skin and dull eyes couldn't cover up her beauty in any way. It's her, it's her.
In his own memory, this was the first time he saw Cai'er's face. The extremely delicate facial features, the softness that was completely opposite to her cold temperament, the moist jade snow dimples, and the green eyebrows, just like jade.
Although her skin was slightly pale, it was crystal clear and as delicate as a freshly peeled lychee. Her elegant and refined appearance was imprinted in Long Haochen's mind almost instantly.
"How are you?" Sensing Long Haochen's fall, Cai'er suddenly became anxious and hurriedly knelt down to touch him with both hands.
There was a slight dampness on his clothes, which had obviously been soaked by night dew. His body was still trembling slightly, and his breath was extremely unstable.
"Cai'er, Cai'er, I'm sorry." Seeing Cai'er suddenly, Long Haochen's heart was filled with joy. His consciousness was blurred and he couldn't think about why Cai'er appeared at this time. But the excitement in his heart
But he couldn't restrain himself. He held her tender little hands and said unevenly: "I, I... didn't... break the promise on purpose..., are you willing... to forgive me...?"
Cai'er's heart was shocked when he held his hands, because she clearly felt that his hands were so cold, completely different from the warmth they used to have.
Quickly grabbing his wrist pulse with her backhand, Cai'er felt the weakness of his body in just an instant. Moreover, his weak body was on the verge of collapse due to the cold night dew.
"I forgive you." Cai'er leaned down, carefully hugged his upper body, and put her right hand on his vest. The soft spiritual power slowly poured into Long Haochen's body, helping him get rid of the chill in his body. If he didn't
If the cold air is forced out in time, it may leave him with chronic diseases.
How could she not forgive him? When she found out that he was here, she had already guessed what he was thinking. He was so weak and still thinking about the agreement with her. No matter how much dissatisfaction she felt in her heart, it was over at this moment.
It’s gone. What’s more, he didn’t break the promise on purpose!
Cai'er's spiritual power was very warm. Long Haochen was really too weak at this time, and his eyelids were very heavy. Before he fell into a deep sleep, he muttered something.
After a while, Long Haochen had returned to his room.
Cai'er carefully tucked him in, sat on the edge of the bed and held his hand quietly.
At this time, under the conditioning of Cai'er's spiritual power, Long Haochen's palms were somewhat warm again and were no longer so cold.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't doubt you." Cai'er's beautiful face showed a touch of tenderness. She carefully raised her hand and touched Long Haochen's face gently, touching the bridge of his nose.
, delicate skin and moderately thick lips. A blush gradually appeared on Cai'er's pale and pretty face.
Dark golden light flickered, and the dagger quietly appeared in her palm. Her soft fingers were like the most dexterous artist. The dagger moved lightly, carving a line of small words on the side of Long Hao's morning bed. Then she covered it with his palm.
She touched his cheek again with some reluctance, and Cai'er blushed with embarrassment. At this time, the words Long Haochen murmured before he fell into coma still echoed in her heart. What he said was: "Cai'er
Son, you are so beautiful."
Alliance Government.
boom--
Knight Templar Paladin Commander, Han Qian, who is second only to another ninth-level power in the Templar Alliance, is standing in front of a wide desk with a frosty look on his face. The loud noise just now is
He slapped his palm on the table.
"Ying Suifeng, if you don't give me an explanation today, don't blame me, the Knights Temple, for turning against me." Han Qian's chest was burning with anger. Could he not be angry? It wasn't just him. At this time, the Knights Temple was stationed in the Temple Alliance. The higher-ups were collectively furious, and even the ninth-level powerful man who usually meditated in seclusion was alarmed.
The disciplinary knight Yang Wenzhao, who was the most promising to win the first place in the preliminary round of this year's Knight Temple and owned a spiritual furnace, was severely injured in his residence. And there is no doubt that the person who severely injured him came from the Assassin Temple. Regardless of those who The signature skill of the Assassin's Temple, or the Thousand Strikes Soul Furnace, are both the most prominent symbols of the Assassin's Temple.
As soon as the day broke, Han Qian came to charge aggressively to accuse him.
The core representatives of the six major temples are all stationed in the alliance's governing government. Every ten years, a group of committee members representing each major temple will be elected to unify the affairs of the Knights Temple. The most core of them is the thirty-six-member presidium. Each temple has six members. Therefore, although the Knights Temple is nominally the leader of the six temples, it does not occupy a completely dominant position in the alliance.
Han Qian is one of the six presidium members of the Knights Temple, and is the captain of the Holy Knights, commanding the thirty-six paladins of the Knights Temple. He is also the deputy master of the Knights Temple who is responsible for handling daily affairs. His status is so respected that only those in the Knights Temple can do so. He is below the three Divine Seal Knights, and he is so senior that only one of the three Divine Seal Knights can surpass him.
Opposite Han Qian, sitting behind the desk, is a slender old man, dressed in very ordinary-looking black clothes, with short gray hair, and his appearance is also extremely ordinary. The only thing that is different from ordinary people is probably his His eyes were dark. They were a pair of eyes filled with desolation and lifelessness. If he were lying on the ground, he would definitely be considered dead.
Han Qian is respected in the Knights Temple, and the person in front of him is also not easy to deal with. The master of the Knights Hall of the Assassin Temple, the Deputy Hall Master Ying Suifeng, who controls the thirty-six most powerful Hidden Assassins in the Assassin Temple. At the same time, he is also the manager responsible for the daily affairs of the Assassin Temple.
The Assassin Temple is different from the Knight Temple. In many cases, they cause headaches to the Seventy-two Demon Gods of the Demon Clan. The Seventy-two Demon Gods are also constantly replaced. In the process of this replacement, over the past six thousand years, there have been Ninety-one demon gods died at the hands of the Assassin Temple. This splendor is unmatched by the other five temples.
Even within the Alliance, no one knows how deep the Assassin’s Temple’s cards are. Only the Alliance Presidium knows how many ninth-level experts there are in the Assassin’s Temple. Among the six major temples, the Assassin’s Temple has always been It is said to be the most untouchable existence.
Ying Suifeng did not have any emotional fluctuations because of Han Qian's rage, "If such a big thing happens, I will naturally give you an explanation."
Han Qian calmed down a little at this time. He pulled up a chair and sat down. He looked at Ying Suifeng angrily.
