Xi Yanhuo became famous in a battle when he was eight years old. He grew up in the midst of killing and has already developed a self-centered personality that follows his own will. He has never slowed down for anyone.
He never thought that one day, he would hold a woman in his arms and walk so cautiously on the streets of Kyoto, as if he was holding a rare treasure. And what he did was just do that.
No, no reason, just do whatever you want!
Naturally, he slowed down his rapid pace and walked step by step towards the palace of Prince Yan. The blood-like oil-paper umbrella followed him like a shadow, and the blood-soft silk tied around Pu Yue's waist swayed with bright colors as he walked.
At this moment, they were like immortals descending from the sky onto the bustling streets of the imperial capital, attracting all the attention.
The man is as handsome as a fairy, as picturesque as a poem. He is holding a woman in his arms, who looks delicate and lovely. She is as beautiful as a beautiful picture, making the bustling street instantly quiet, giving way automatically, and no one can bear to disturb.
When I saw this scene, I watched it go away.
Because of Xi Yanhuo's slowing down, Guiyi and the other four caught up early and followed closely behind. From the moment Pu Yue scolded Xi Yanhuo, the four of them seemed to have been struck by lightning.
After a long time, Gui Yi seemed to have found his voice and said, "Is that our king?" He had never seen anyone speak to the king like this, and someone could still survive in this world!
"Wang——smiled!" Gui Er was shocked.
Gui San said excitedly: "No matter how useless you talk, haven't you discovered that because of the princess, the king has the emotions that a person should have?"
Gui Si agreed with the words of the above three people and concluded with a serious look: "Wang, you are very popular!"
The four of them looked at each other, and they all noticed a little moisture in each other's eyes. They had been with the king for eight years, if not ten years. Because they were all about the same age, they started from being unconvinced to surrendering in the end.
With the arduous growth step by step, their king is simply living in purgatory, unable to be stable for a moment!
Everyone thought that their king was the Ghost King, and indeed he was the Ghost King. With one person, he guarded the border of Xiyue, slaughtered the army, and destroyed a city. From then on, something followed the king like a shadow.
As a result, Wang grew up with nothing but coldness and blood-colored darkness. But now, Wang smiled, very shallow and deep. Like a child who had just learned to laugh, he could only make a few sounds.
The four of them were united in their hearts at this moment, apart from Pu Yue's strength, they sincerely surrendered to her. Just because of her, she was different from their king. Just because of her, their king looked normal.
Everyone will laugh!
Pu Yue didn’t know any of this.
At this moment, she was in dreamland, with a faint cold fragrance lingering between her breaths, and her whole body was comfortably surrounded by a suitable temperature. She moved slightly, and found a comfortable position to sleep deeply.
go!
It's not that she's not vigilant, or that she really trusts this evil man like Xi Yanhuo. But even if she recovers her strength, she will definitely be exhausted when she fights against thirty powerful masters with her own strength.
You must know that during the battle, the mental energy is almost concentrated to the peak, and the strength is used to the extreme. After the war, it is natural to be exhausted! As for her, her keen sense of touch did not tell her that the Western Fireworks is dangerous, so she naturally chooses to rest!