Yingyue was silent, looking at Xiang Wanwan's rare irritability, lowering her eyes without much expression, "It doesn't matter how long you wait."
In this life, I have already vowed to stay by her side forever.
Time has become the most meaningless thing.
He didn't mind.
"Okay." Xiang Wanwan, who was immersed in another emotional entanglement, didn't notice that it had accidentally become the best wish in others' minds. She responded lightly and turned around to leave.
Shadow Moon retreated into the darkness again and stayed on guard all night.
That was the only way he could repay his Lord.
He will protect her and protect her forever.
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Outside Maple Mountain Villa, a row of warriors with golden armor and golden helmets stood upright along both sides of the street.
They all looked like sculptures with expressionless faces. The armor on their bodies reflected the cold halo of the moonlight. A long knife was hung on their waist, which looked majestic. The spears clenched in their hands were neatly arranged in two straight lines, and the tips of the spears were polished and shiny.
Cold light.
The palace lanterns illuminate the dirt road outside Maple Mountain Villa as bright as day.
There were obviously hundreds of people and horses there, but there was no sound at all.
Occasionally, the night wind blows, the leaves rustle, and unknown small animals run around in the forest, making a lot of noise.
In the middle of the street, beside a gorgeous carriage, stood a man wearing a black cloak embroidered with dark dragon patterns.
His pupils are dark, his brows are clear, and his broad forehead outlines a noble arc, giving people a calm, steady and gentle feeling, especially the gentle and gentle smile on his lips, which weakens the domineering side of him.
, unknowingly making people lower their guard, thinking that he is harmless, approaching him, and getting closer again, until he is swallowed up, without even realizing it.
The night wind gently blew his silky black hair, and the broken hair that had not been pulled up by the ink jade floated lightly and messily. Everything behind him became the background of the painting, blurred into a piece, and he was the only one.
Its existence is so clear that even among thousands of people, it can still be easily seen at a glance.
Beiqe, Prince.
"She's inside." The moment Xiang Wanwan's motorcade entered the vicinity of the capital, he had already received several pieces of information.
Waiting and expecting, thinking that she would return directly to the Prince's Mansion, he even pushed away all the clutter and concentrated on waiting for her return.
But I didn't expect that despite looking forward to it, I still got disappointing news.
She didn't go looking for him.
A gesture of absolute determination to draw a clear line with him.
How could he allow it?
"Master, this maple forest is not simple." Lu Fei returned from exploring the road and reported in a low voice, "An expert has set up two large formations, one positive and one negative, with seven or eight small formations at each end to complement each other.
, the power is multiplied. If you rush in without the owner's permission, you may lose your way in the maple forest and be unable to find your way out all night, or at worst, you may trigger the killing array hidden in it and directly save your life."
Lu Fei is not good at the evolution of formations, but he still has some knowledge.
What his men lack the most is talents in this area. The art of Qimen Dunjia is an extremely wonderful knowledge. Talent is on the one hand, and inheritance of masters is on the other. There are famous figures in the world.
Most of them belong to several secret sects and are rarely seen.