Chapter 319 Jianghu: Demon Cult Witch (7)

The twelve-year-old boy, dressed in Chinese clothes, had one hand on his waist and the other hand holding an umbrella. He looked like a middle-aged boy who was capricious and uninhibited.

Jiaoyang sensed something, opened her eyes wide, and instantly waved away his hand, taking a few steps back with him.

When my hand crooked, the umbrella almost fell to the ground.

Huangfuyan was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes instantly and looked at her with an aggrieved and bewildered expression: "What, what's wrong?"

"Annoying."

Jiaoyang glanced at him, then raised her chin, stretched out a thin white finger, and waved it in front of him:

"Huangfu Yan, I don't care what thoughts you have in your heart right now, it's better to get rid of it as soon as possible. Let me tell you clearly, what kind of brother and sister do you have? I've been playing a lot lately.

Okay, I'm a little tired of playing for now.

So I think it’s better for us to be friends. Well, just be friends and we’ll be together for a long time.”

Having said this, Jiaoyang felt that it made sense, so she nodded encouragingly.

Huangfuyan couldn't laugh or cry, holding his head in his hands: "What?"

He held an umbrella and approached from behind, while Jiaoyang put on a thick fur cloak and a hat on her head, covering most of the wind and snow for her. Only the girl's delicate and beautiful face was exposed.

The slightest flaw.

"Jiaoyang." The boy chased behind him with an umbrella, panicking, "You are just recovering from your illness, come here quickly, don't catch a cold. I will protect you, let's go back quickly."

Jiaoyang acted as if she hadn't heard anything. Gu Zi ran in front, white snowflakes falling on her body, on her furry hat and on her eyelashes.

She jumped forward and fell into his eyes, forming a picture of her own.

Huangfuyan suddenly stopped and paused. He was covering his chest in disbelief, as it seemed to be throbbing just now.

"What, what's going on?" The young man muttered, and her back gradually became hazy in his eyes, as blurry as a layer of crystal containing water vapor.

He looked up and saw that Jiaoyang had already run away, and he caught up with her again without caring about the situation. She was really like a bird just out of the cage, free and unrestrained.

The young man was stunned silently: "Well, do you really want to play outside that much? You go back first and get well. I will take you out to play again next time."

"Next time." Jiaoyang stopped, looked around, and laughed silently.

There will be no next time.

In her eyes, there will be a scene where millions of corpses will be slaughtered and rivers of blood will flow in the future. It is a real tragedy and a hell on earth.

That's why she was so eager to remember these prosperous scenes in front of her.

The ambitions of the Yuan and Ming dynasties were never limited to dominating the martial arts world. He wanted an entire country.

The last two people were detained on the street by people from the Sheng Mansion.

The two of them stood in front of Sheng Yi with their heads hanging down, looking like quails being scolded.

"How many times have I told you that things are uneasy outside recently, and the people of the Demon Cult are even more ready to make a move."

Jiaoyang raised her head, her mouth curled up, and her eyes opened watery, showing an aggrieved look.

Seeing this, Sheng Yi couldn't help but feel weak in her heart: "Jiaoyang, I can't control you anymore. After all, I am ashamed of your dead mother."

Jiaoyang lowered her head, but glanced at Huangfuyan from the corner of her eyes and smiled proudly at him.

Huangfuyan raised his hand and made a clever gesture to her.
Chapter completed!