Liu Luofeng squatted down and put her on her back. Hua Xiaojuan lay unceremoniously on Liu Luofeng's broad shoulders. She felt that the calmness at this moment was like real happiness, which made her cold heart
, slight fever.
His shoulders are very broad. Hua Xiaojuan doesn't know if all boys' shoulders are so broad. They obviously... look thin. Well, the hair has a light mint scent, which she likes.
.
Closing her eyes, Hua Xiaojuan slowly fell asleep. It had been a long time since she had slept so peacefully. There were no assassinations, no missions, and no battles that had to be won. At this moment, she was a real woman, qualified to rely on others.
shoulders.
Liu Luofeng has been carrying her through the long streets. In the starry night, he has been carrying this second young lady through the streets filled with flowers. For some reason, the familiar people make his heart feel unfamiliar.
Beating. Even the wind became tender, and he couldn't help but slow down and walk slowly.
He walked very slowly, as if he wanted time to go on forever.
After sending her back, Liu Luofeng still looked a little reluctant to leave. He caressed her charming face a little wantonly, and Liu Luofeng murmured extremely softly: "You fool, you really thought you had deceived me.
What a silly lady..."
After getting up, Liu Luofeng was about to leave. When he felt that the person next to him was about to leave, the sleeping woman instinctively reached out and grabbed his hand.
Liu Luofeng blinked her bright eyes in surprise, feeling a little soft in her heart. It seemed that she was dependent on this person.
"No... words..." A soft sleepy murmur overflowed from his lips, and the unfamiliar name made the tenderness in Liu Luofeng's eyes gradually dim again.
Wu Yan, who is it? Why has he never heard this second lady mention it? Coming out of Hua Xiaojuan's room, Liu Luofeng met Zhenzhen. Zhenzhen bit his lip hesitantly and looked at him from time to time.
Liu Luofeng looked at her coldly and said in a cold voice: "Is there another letter from home urging me to go back?"
Zhenzhen knelt down with a pop and begged: "Please, Lord, go back and inherit the orthodoxy."
Liu Luofeng slowly walked up to Zhenzhen, squatted down and leaned against her ear and asked, "Do you know who the immortal corpse is in the Ice Pavilion?"
Zhenzhen's body trembled unconsciously, and she answered cautiously: "I know, I know, it's the Lord's... mother, mother."
A bloodthirsty smile appeared at the corner of Liu Luofeng's lips, and her cold fingers crossed Zhenzhen's neck.
"What is orthodoxy? I am just the son of a concubine. Before I was twelve years old, I lived in a servant's room. You also laughed at me behind my back, didn't you? Haha, now that I have killed all his other sons, he will
Do you want me to go back and inherit the orthodoxy? Zhenzhen, why don’t you bring him a message for me and tell him that if my mother doesn’t survive, he will be the next to die.”