Ziyu looked at the purple fox who was smiling like a convulsion, and then at the orange frog with angry eyes. After leaving the primitive forest, she was so happy that she couldn't help teasing the orange frog and said: "The orange one is not called orange."
What? Do you want to call me Xiaohong? Or Honghong?"
"Quack." The orange-red frog jumped up suddenly, splayed its front and rear legs to the left and right, and kicked the fish with a crackling sound. Go to your little red, go to your Honghong, you are called Honghong, and your whole family is called Honghong.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak..." The purple fox laughed loudly, and the poisonous pangolins behind him also lowered their heads and squeaked. Their king of the forest was deflated, so good, so good.
The breeze blows, and the fragrance of flowers fills the sky.
After finally comforting Orange, Ziyu stood at the outermost edge of this primeval forest, in front of a towering cliff.
It turns out that this primeval forest is on a cliff higher than the flat ground. No wonder no one has discovered this place for so many years, but maybe if they find it, they will never get out of here.
Taking a deep breath of fresh air, Ziyu suddenly looked up to the sky and roared: "I'm back."
Anyone who bullies me or hurts me is waiting for me. I am back with my younger brothers.
Countless echoes rippled across the mountain peaks and spread far and wide.
"Tap, tap, tap..." Below the cliff, the sound of galloping horse hooves came from far away.
"Huh?" Ziyu stood high and saw a figure coming from the front of the winding mountain road from a distance, and his horse galloped towards her.
As fast as the wind, Xu Rulin, dressed in black, is flying in the wind, with that cold face, that chilling aura, and those facial features that are like knives and axes...
There is a long wind in the North Ming Dynasty, it is a long wind in the North Ming Dynasty.
Ziyu's eyes suddenly widened, and he couldn't help shouting in the direction of Beiming Changfeng: "Young Master, Young Master."
Coming at a gallop, the small figure quickly grew in size, and the North Ming Changfeng got closer and closer.
"Young Master." As soon as he came out of the primeval forest, he could see the strong wind in the north. Ziyu's heart was so excited that he couldn't control it. He placed his feet on the ground, opened his arms and jumped down the cliff: "I'm here."
Beiming Changfeng came flying towards him. Seeing that Ziyu jumped down from the cliff without hesitation, he immediately pressed his palm lightly on the horse's back, and he jumped up to catch Ziyu who jumped down.
One red and one black, two figures floated towards each other in mid-air, and Ziyu hit Beiming Changfeng's arms like a cannonball.
Reaching out and hugging Ziyu tightly, Beiming Changfeng turned around in the air, taking away the strength of Ziyu's descent, and landed lightly on the ground with his arms around her.
"Young Master." Ziyu held Beiming Changfeng in his arms. His decisiveness in killing alone in the virgin forest was gone. He looked at Beiming Changfeng with red eyes and a pitiful face: "I lost my father.
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Beiming Changfeng held Ziyu in his arms and looked at Ziyu whose face was covered with wind and frost. His body was covered in dark brown color after the blood had dried up. His hair and clothes were messy and he was in a wretched state. Looking at this, one could imagine the many crises and hardships he had experienced in the past few days.
The danger made his whole body tense up, and his iron teeth almost shattered him into pieces.
He said that he would be responsible for her safety from now on, and he said that he would protect her for the rest of his life, but just after getting married, he left her to face hardships alone, just her...
Stretching out his hand and caressing Ziyu's cheek slowly, Beiming Changfeng clasped Ziyu's head and pressed it tightly into his arms. He used all his strength to squeeze Ziyu tightly, almost rubbing Ziyu into his bones.
They just hugged each other tightly, without saying anything, just hugged tightly in silence.