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Chapter 127: The Tenderness of Habits?!

The sky is gloomy

Different from the brightness last night, tonight, the entire Qilong Villa is shrouded in darkness.

At the first watch, Feng Manxiu gently opened the door of Murong Wushuang's room.

"time to go!"

He leaned lazily on the door frame and said

Murong Wushuang said nothing and just walked over slowly.

When she was less than two steps away, Feng Manxiu suddenly stretched out his palm and pulled her into his arms.

He fanned out the candlelight, then hugged her and stood up.

This is the first time Murong Wushuang has seen him use Qing Gong.

Sweeping up the roof ridge easily, Feng Manxiu didn't alert anyone, including Jing Jing who lived in the side room, and he didn't notice it at all.

After a few flicks, Feng Manxiu left Qilong Villa with Murong Wushuang.

Being held in his arms, with her face on his chest

Murong Wushuang was directly surrounded by his breath, and his body temperature spread through his clothes, making her feel warm.

His throat is within her sight, and she can kill him at any time if she wants.

The night wind blows in my face, and it's as cool as water

Feng Manxiu subconsciously tightened her arms and wrapped her cloak tightly around her body.

Everything is completely instinctive!

He didn't even feel it himself

However, Murong Wushuang felt it

She didn't know why, but she thought of the night when she met the assassin when she left the rare treasure auction hall, and he rescued her from the poisonous arrow.

She paused, and while she was distracted, Feng Manxiu had already stopped.

The two of them have arrived in the shadow behind the Tower of Babel.

Gently letting go of her body, he gently held her hand

"There are a lot of vines here, so be careful where you step!"

After reminding her softly, Feng Manxiu carefully took her wrist and walked towards the Red Maple Valley.

Murong Wushuang did not dodge

It seemed like she was already used to being held by him again and again.

In the dim night, the bright red maple valley under the sun looks particularly gloomy.

Hearing the footsteps of the two, Leng Hongyan, who was standing with a torch, slowly turned around.

when--

In the distance, the faint sound of gongs at the first watch could be heard

"You two, so on time!"

Leng Hongyan gently raised the corners of her lips, and in the flickering firelight, his smile looked a bit strange.


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