The wind suddenly picked up, and for a moment, it was so strong that people could not even open their eyes.
After the strong wind stopped, everyone opened their eyes and saw a man in white clothes standing in front of Feng Jiuer and Qiao Mu.
He looked cold, his beautiful facial features were filled with cold air, his thin lips were slightly pursed, without any warmth, and his cold eyes were as cold as knives, but a casual glance made people subconsciously fearful.
Such a good-looking man, with such a noble temperament, yet so intimidating and cold!
The Yin Yang Sect disciples subconsciously took two steps back, and even Black and White Wuchang took half a step back.
But the two of them stopped quickly. After looking at each other, they suddenly jumped up at the same time and rushed towards the man in white.
The man in white looked at them coldly, with no emotion on his handsome face. Just when the black and white weapon was about to reach his face, he suddenly flicked his sleeves.
The boundless internal energy was suddenly sent out, and even a person with such a high level of black and white impermanence internal energy was bounced back by his true energy.
With two snaps, the two figures, one black and one white, fell to the ground. Such a dull sound frightened all the disciples.
Black and white Wuchang finally got up, and when he looked at the man who was still standing motionless in front of the two little girls, he felt depressed and his blood was boiling fiercely.
Hei Wuchang couldn't hold it back, so he opened his mouth and spit out another mouthful of blood: "This person... his skills are unfathomable, and he cannot be willing to fight."
He glanced at Bai Wuchang, but Bai Wuchang was still staring at Feng Jiu'er behind the man in white, lusting after the silkworm clothes on her body.
But the man in white in front of them was clearly not something they could resist, and there was no point in staying any longer.
"Humph!" Bai Wuchang suddenly turned around and walked away.
Hei Wuchang immediately led his disciples to follow him and evacuated as quickly as possible.
They didn't come to the Imperial City to fight. Since they couldn't get the Tiancanyi, they shouldn't run into trouble here for the time being.
They have more important things to do!
Dozens of people were evacuated in a short time.
Feng Jiuer let out a long breath, raised her hand to wipe some sweat from her forehead, put away the short knife, and walked behind the man in white: "Your Majesty."
Qiao Mu was fascinated by it again. He had been fascinated by it from the moment he arrived. If Feng Jiuer hadn't gone over to say hello, Qiao Mu would have been unable to react.
Quickly putting away her spear, she also walked over and called out respectfully behind Zhan Qingcheng: "See the Ninth Prince."
Zhan Qingcheng's face was not pretty. When he looked back at Feng Jiu'er, his eyes were complicated but still cold.
Feng Jiuer was stared at by him and suddenly felt a lot of pressure.
This Ninth Prince is really cold just staring at people like this when he is not talking.
"Well, Ninth Prince, what a coincidence!" Feng Jiu'er felt that it would not be wrong to follow the usual route of not hitting the smiling person and pretending to be crazy.
"What did you call me?" Zhan Qingcheng's eyes narrowed again.
He narrowed his eyes. Not to mention Feng Jiu'er, even Qiao Mu felt that breathing was becoming difficult.
It seemed... it had nothing to do with him. When he thought about it, Qiao Mu immediately lowered his head and backed away bit by bit until he was more than a dozen steps away. He was finally safe for the time being.
Feng Jiuer glanced at her secretly, with a look of resentment on her face.
He actually left her here alone, showing no loyalty at all!
However, why should she be afraid of the Ninth Prince? It seems that she has not made any big mistakes.
In Imperial College, as long as there is a break, everyone can go out after registering. There should be nothing wrong with her going out, right?
"that……"
"I ask you, what did you call me just now?" Zhan Qingcheng's face actually didn't change at all, but why do you think his face is getting uglier?
Feng Jiuer still lowered his head, but looked for an opportunity to quietly raise his eyes and glance at him.
Emma! It’s okay if you don’t look at it. But when you look at it, your legs feel weak! This look is so scary!
"My...I...my name is Wang Ye!" Is there something wrong? Why does he look like he's going to eat her?
Zhan Qingcheng suddenly took a step forward. Feng Jiuer was so frightened that she almost screamed and took two steps back in a hurry. Cold sweat suddenly broke out on her body.
So scary, so cold, and such an overbearing smell!
Zhan Qingcheng took another step forward, but Feng Jiuer subconsciously stepped back when she heard his cold voice suddenly ring out.
"Try to back off again!"
Jiu'er's back suddenly straightened, and he couldn't even think about retreating or anything.
He held his head high, chest out, and met his ice-hardened gaze, not even daring to breathe hard.
"Your Majesty, are you okay?" She seemed to have forgotten something, so she hurriedly said, "Thank you for saving my life just now."
In fact, Qiao Mu also wanted to say thank you, but she didn't know why. The moment Zhan Qingcheng spoke, she took another dozen steps back.
Subconsciously, she knew that those words were not meant for her, so she took the best course.
Although the Ninth Prince is truly unparalleled in appearance and is truly charming to death, his aura is also truly terrifying to death.
She liked the prince very much, so much that she wanted to tie him back and throw him on the bed to bully him severely.
However, for such a dangerous thing, just think about it and forget about it. If you really want to take action, Qiao Mu swears that it will be impossible in this life. She... doesn't have the courage. She still wants to live well!
Zhan Qingcheng remained silent and continued to walk towards Feng Jiuer.
Every time he took a step closer, Feng Jiuer felt that the head on her neck was shaking several times, and there was always an illusion that it would be twisted off by him at any time.
Also, they were already very close, almost touching each other, why did he still walk towards her?
It didn't matter if he walked toward her, the worst thing was that he wouldn't let her back away!
Isn't this really going to be stuck together?
"Wang, Your Majesty..." So close, it was as if you could even feel his breath. If you took a step forward, you could reach out and touch him.
What is the prince trying to do? Does this mean he wants to hit her? Not far behind her, there seems to be a real stone wall. Do you want to continue to retreat?
In an instant, he had already stepped over.
Feng Jiuer was startled, her breathing suddenly became disordered, and she subconsciously wanted to retreat, but inadvertently, she hit the stone wall.
What was even more frightening was that when he raised his head, that white and beautiful figure was already in front of him.
He raised his hand and placed his big palm on the side of her head, easily confining her in his arms.
What is this situation now? A real wall-dong?
Feng Jiuer blinked, completely messed up in the wind!
Ninth Prince, you are really handsome, but no matter how handsome you are, you can’t act like a hooligan, right?
Qiao Mu retreated far away from the battle circle early, at least dozens of steps away from them.
Seeing the prince bullying a little girl like this, why don't you think he is going too far at all? On the contrary... my heart is pounding, I am really looking forward to what will happen next!
