Chapter 97: In fact, there is no such hatred on the surface
A person is sitting huddled under a tree, with the moon hanging high in the sky, and occasionally accompanied by birdsong.
Eleven, what do you care about most is that you can't help him, or is there someone in your heart?
All the things she had with him kept flashing through her mind, including the tricks he had played on her, and the thoughts he had put into protecting her all the way. She couldn't see it clearly, and the more she thought about it, the more panicked she became.
"Who do you think Bai is? It turns out to be the Queen."
As soon as someone arrived, the scattered leaves on the branches scattered, and a handsome young man dressed in white stood there.
For the first time, she ignored his existence
Bai Zhanfeng smiled helplessly, moved her figure, and casually sat down on him against the tree trunk. The next one looked up at the sky, and the other buried her head in her knees.
His flute sounded, she heard it, and her heart suddenly felt tight. She should be thankful that she got to know him after traveling through time. At least she had someone by her side who was willing to accompany her when she was helpless.
"They will find you"
"Haha" Bai Zhanfeng smiled lightly, "So what, I'm afraid he won't be able to chase him out now." Realizing that he seemed to have said the wrong thing, he quickly changed the subject and added: "Wuhenhua is here too late."
, he can’t die, not to mention that after you left just now, Sheng Yeming also took action. Qiu Yanguo’s Sheng Yulu can save his life no matter how seriously injured he is.”
"Have you been following us?"
She just blurted out those words
After a long silence, the person above responded: "If I said that I would always look for an opportunity to kill him by his side, would you believe it?"
She laughed, shook her head, and buried her head deeper
"In fact, none of you hate it so much on the surface..."
He smiled slightly
The sound of the flute rises again, and the faint sadness comes from the silent companionship of the open heart. The melodious music that continues all night long is trying to soothe whose sorrow?
The green flute, the dark red blood that has long dried...
After Eleven fell asleep, Bai Zhanfeng gently picked her up. When he turned to leave, his eyes glanced at something behind him, "I haven't taken this injury seriously yet."
The person over there knew he was there from the beginning
Taking the medicine thrown by the man in his hand, he smiled slyly and left like the wind.
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Time ticks by, the crescent moon gradually sets in the west, and the sky slowly becomes brighter. The sun penetrates the purple gauze of the window and shines on the sleeping beauty on the couch, raising little bits of golden light.
Feeling the bumps of the carriage, Eleven frowned and tightened his grip on what seemed to be a heavy object covering his body. He was suddenly startled, Bai Zhanfeng's clothes!
He took one step to get off the bed, lifted the curtain and rushed out of the carriage. There was still Bai Zhanfeng's shadow. Even Long Lilie and Sheng Yeming were not in sight. Except for Wuhen, who was the guard beside Long Lilie, in front of him was a small group of soldiers from Qiu Yanguo.