Xuan Shiran held Luka tightly in his arms because he was afraid of losing him again. The wind was blowing all around. Luka was not wearing any clothes. Xuan Shiran was afraid that he would catch a cold. When he was about to take off his clothes, he suddenly suddenly
The hand that didn't belong to her stretched out, and then Luka had a coat on him. He turned around and saw the expressionless Shui Lijin standing in front of him in a white shirt. "Jin, thank you," Xuan Shiran
My heart feels warm and my eyes are a little moist
Shui Lijin just shook his head slightly, and after looking at the sleeping Luka, he said nothing. Seeing such a scene, not only him, but also everyone else present knew clearly that this boy was the one just now
Transformed into a dragon that was supposed to be dead
It was an incredible but miraculous scene. No one asked, knowing that it was probably related to what the girl in front of me had done with her own blood on the dragon just now.
When he saw Xuan Shiran bending down to pick up the belt on the ground, Feng Liexing immediately stepped forward and picked up the belt one step faster than her. When he was about to pick up the sword on the ground, he frowned and was holding the sword.
He hesitated in his movements, seeming to be struggling, "Relieve, this sword of yours is not made of a thousand tons of stone, why is it so heavy?" He used a lot of strength, but he couldn't even lift the sword, and he couldn't move even a little bit.
No
Xuan Shiran was stunned for a moment. When he was about to walk over with Luca in his arms, "Leave him to me first." A familiar voice came from beside him. He turned around and saw Lan Ziye who had appeared beside him at some unknown time. Xuan Shiran was a little surprised.
, then looked at him with some suspicion and said: "Are you sure?" She was sure that she would not take Luka to the king who was standing not far away and looked at her with a pair of creepy eyes to show her courtesy or hurt her.
Ruka
Lan Ziye didn't speak or nod. He had already stretched out his hand in front of Xuan Shiran. He knew what she was worried about, but no matter what, he, Lan Ziye, would never do anything that would harm his family's reputation or his own identity.
Xuan Shiran looked at Lan Ziye again, looking at his eyes that were as cold as ever and had no fluctuation at all. Well, for the time being, she believed that he was not that kind of person.
After carefully handing Luka to Lan Ziye, Xuan Shiran walked to Feng Liexing's side, bent down and picked up the sword which was too light for her.
After the girl easily picked up the sword that he couldn't lift for a long time without any effort, Feng Liexing was so angry that he helplessly glared at the damn broken sword. Although he was angry, he could probably understand.
I'm afraid this sword has already been claimed.
"Shiran, your belt" Feng Liexing gave Xuan Shiran the belt with the scabbard in it.
"Thank you." Xuanyi thanked her, tied the belt around her waist again, and put the sword back into the scabbard. After putting it away, she did not walk in front of Lan Ziye, but walked past him and came to Al