Obviously, the mustached man was no match for Bai Yang. After more than ten moves, he already had the upper hand. Bai Yang lightly stepped forward in the air and with a backhand stroke, the silver light flashed. The mustache on the corners of the mustache man's lips actually fell off, as if he was
A young and upright boy of fourteen or fifteen years old
Bai Yang was also slightly startled, and glanced at the green young man with some confusion. The young man covered his mouth, turned around and ordered everyone: "Let's retreat!"
The remaining men got on their horses and retreated. Zhilan and Na Xi Niang were also put down by them. Ruixue was about to sit up when the mustache fell on her face. She pulled it off and stared at her angrily.
The heroic figure of the young man who has gone away is gone
"Bai Yang came a step too late, and the third young lady was frightened!" The young man in white withdrew his sword, returned it to its sheath, and walked slowly to Yunxuan's side. His expression was calm, and there was a hint of self-blame in his tone.
"Baiyang?" Yunxuan was slightly startled, staring blankly at the man in white with his majestic sword-browed eyebrows, a hint of indifference and leisure in his pupils, and a cold and leisurely expression.
"It's Bai Yang. I am the nurse of the Zhan family. I came to greet the third young lady on the order of my wife." Bai Yang lowered his head slightly and answered respectfully. Yun Xuan remained silent and looked at the cold white-clothed woman intently.
The man looked like an immortal in white clothes, the same outstanding person, and the same extraordinary skill. But she clearly understood that the man in front of her was not her Jun Ye.
"Third Young Mistress!" Bai Yang raised his head, looked at Yunxuan's fuzzy expression, and called softly. Yunxuan came out of her memories and looked at Bai Yang calmly: "Are you the only one here?
The third young master won’t go out of the city to pick me up? There are no bearers anymore, do you want me to walk like this to the front door of Xi’s house?”
Bai Yang frowned and slightly suppressed the coldness in his eyes: "The third young master is waiting for you at the house. He is feeling unwell and cannot go out of the city to greet you. Third young master, please get on your horse. Bai Yang will take you back right now!" As he said,
Bai Yang had already whistled, and a bay-red horse had already run over. Bai Yang stopped in front of everyone and made a gesture of greeting. Yunxuan breathed a sigh of relief, stepped on the saddle, and sat on it. Bai Yang held the reins underneath.
Walking, Ruixue, Zhilan and Xiniang followed behind
Looking at the man in white with fluttering robes in front of the horse, Yunxuan couldn't help but arch her brows. She thought she was letting go, but it turned out that whenever she saw that man in white, her heart could not help but think of him.