The two brothers Yan Rong and Yan Xi have such an only Miaomiao. It would be a lie to say that they don't pay attention to her.
Yan Ying was having fun playing on top, but Yan Rong was not blinking at the bottom.
I was afraid that if someone didn't pay attention, my nephew would hurt half of his hair.
But he didn't want to interrupt Yan Ying's interest. It was rare to see Ying'er showing such a happy expression. This child had been squeezed so much since he was a child. He didn't know how many years it would take to have fun. That's all. Let him go. Big deal
It's harder for him to be an uncle.
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Yan Ying was obsessed with tearing off the black cloth on the masked man's face.
Even though Nineteen was able to dodge left and right quickly, he was still inevitably hit by the sharp arrow tip. After dozens of rounds, the cloth covering his face had already been marked with shallow marks.
The answer is ready to come out.
He covered his face with his sleeves in embarrassment, fell back to the ground at the moment of exposure, and was surrounded by his men.
Of course Yan Ying couldn't let him go easily.
After a lot of effort, we are only one step away from reaching our goal, and it is so close. Even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire in front of us, we still have to go through it.
The tip of the sword scratched the ground, dragging a straight trace, and Yan Ying walked step by step towards the answer he was looking for.
As of now, it is inevitable.
Nineteen stood up slowly, then slowly put down the sleeves covering his face, raised his head, and looked into Yan Ying's eyes coldly.
Unparalleled magnificence, captivating the country and the city...
These are not the most important.
Yan Ying had seen countless handsome men and beautiful women, and nothing could shock him to the core.
But when he saw the masked man's face clearly, he suddenly froze on the spot.
I almost couldn't believe what I was seeing.
"Ruoruo??"
What a great opportunity! A ferocious smile hung on Nineteen's lips. His speed merged with the wind, and it was so fast that it was beyond human comprehension.
And the sharp blade in his hand was forced to Yan Ying's chest, trying to end this long-standing war while he was distracted.