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125. Chapter 125 The Flower Picker

Even though this man was seriously injured and dying at this moment, his natural domineering power remained undiminished. Although his facial features could not be seen clearly through the hair and blood stains, his eyes soaked in ice and snow threatened Lin Qingran.

, making her shiver uncontrollably.

Lin Qingran swore that in two lifetimes, she had never seen such cold eyes, indifferent and without a trace of warmth.

Presumably this man must rarely ask for help from others, so his request for help, not only did not have the slightest hint of pleading, but it had a condescending air.

This person’s status should be very noble!

Lin Qingran thought about it for a moment and decided to save the person: It's good to have a distinguished status. When she needs help in the future, she can ask for it with grace. Such a good thing is worth taking the risk.

The man in black seemed to be very good at seeing people's thoughts. For just a moment, he seemed to feel Lin Qingran's decision. He loosened his hold on her hand and said in a low voice: "To the west... there is... a ruined temple.

…”

The meaning is simply terrifying.

Five words, location, and handling opinions came up, and Lin Qingran no longer had any doubts about this person's noble status.

Judging from this tone, he is someone who is used to giving orders.

Seeing that this man in black is also cautious in his actions, I don’t know how he ended up like this?

However, Lin Qingran was no longer curious about this, so she helped the man in black up with difficulty, and followed the man in black's words to go west.

There were bumps and bumps along the way, and I almost fell down several times. If it weren't for the fact that although the man was seriously injured, he still had some strength, I might not have been able to reach the ruined temple until dark.

After about a stick of incense, she finally saw the ruined temple that the man in black was talking about. Lin Qingran couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief and sent the man in black into the ruined temple.

"Make a fire!" A voice sounded as cold as the cold wind outside.

"What?" Lin Qingran didn't understand for a moment.

"Find some firewood and make a fire!"

The voice of the man in black seemed a little impatient, but he still spoke word by word. Looking inside the ruined temple, his eyes seemed to be condensed with a layer of ice, shining brighter and brighter than when looking outside.

The indifference made her feel even colder in her heart.

Lin Qingran felt as if someone had stripped her naked and stood in the snow in the middle of winter. She shivered and her head immediately became clear.

"Well, wait a moment, I'll go find firewood right now." Since Lin Qingran was fishing for big fish for a long time, she naturally wouldn't fight with him anymore.

Around the ruined temple, I picked up some dead branches and piled them in the footsteps of the man in black.

While she was doing these actions, the man in black kept looking at her quietly, not knowing what he was looking at.

"Hiss", Lin Qingran's finger was pricked on a branch, and the blood beads rolled down like that.

It really hurts!

Lin Qingran put her bleeding finger to her lips and sucked it for a few times. The bright color spread on her lips, making her eyes rippling and even more beautiful.

The man's eyes moved slightly: The daughter in front of him was only thirteen or fourteen years old, how could she have such a charming and charming style that had gone through many vicissitudes of life?

He was not a nosy person, so this thought only flashed through his mind and he let it go.

But the next moment, the indifference on his ice-sculpted face suddenly broke. Like a peeling mask, he looked at the hand that was crawling on his waist in a dumbfounded way: "You... you are...

This is……"

Men and women do not have sex, she is...

No way, could it be that he made a mistake and the girl in front of him is still a flower picker?


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