He glared at Ling Xuehan with threat, and pulled off the black hairband he was holding on his head, walked behind Lesang in two steps, and formed a comb to Lesang's hair.

Lesang is even more stiff, and what is the wind blowing in Dongfang Liyuan?

But he did not resist at the moment, and let Dongfang Liyuan gently urge her on her hair.

His palms were big, but not rough, and his fingertips slashed across his scalp, making him feel numb and numb, and he didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

Ling Xuehan saw the two of them's unshirkable behavior in their eyes. The smile on their lips disappeared cleanly, and the dark eyes flashed sharply.

Cold took a breath, and his cold eyes swept the green hairband gently clenched in his hand, slowly tightened his palms, and then quietly hid it in his sleeves.

The wind continued, the huge stream was fierce, and the surging waves seemed to be about to devour everything.

Three hundred soldiers walked to the river, each trembling in the wind, and looked at Ling Xuehan with fear, his face as complicated as ever.

They all have a bad feeling.

His Highness the Crown Prince gathered the three hundred of their most incompetent people. Should we hone them or let them die?

The possibility of the latter seems to be greater.

Because His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is not the kind of person who has the patience to hone them.

He shrank, everyone was afraid of death, but no one dared not to come.

The water flows rapidly, and you can't see the edge at first sight.

On the shore, a woman in white clothes flew in white, standing in a clean and clean manner. A man standing tall in the wind stood behind him, with a serious look on his hair.

A sharp contrast is formed in this stormy storm, one is hard and the other is soft, which should have conflicted, but no one can see any sense of incongruity.

Two people who are made of heaven and earth are unparalleled.

What a beautiful picture.

Of course, if we can ignore the purple shadow that is cold to the bone in the distance...

The fierce wind seemed not so anxious. Dongfang Liyuan's long hair was scattered casually without any hair accessories, flying in the wind. With his handsome face, he looked messy and felt even more evil.

He stretched his fingers and tied up Lesang's half-wisted hairband. He smiled with satisfaction: "Okay."

"Yeah." Lesang responded unnaturally, and a slight rosy color appeared on his white cheeks.

Dongfang Liyuan smiled deeper, and suddenly grabbed her cold little hand and wrapped it tightly in her palm.

As soon as he raised his eyebrows, he flew towards Ling Xuehan with an arrogant look.

His woman belongs only to him, and no one is allowed to think about anything else.

Lesang felt the hot temperature in his palm and wanted to speak a few words, but as soon as he reached his throat, a huge ship was coming by the huge waves.

The white sails fluttered in the wind, and quickly moved forward here amid the howling of the wind.

Chu Yun was in charge of the helm, Yun Guan stood proudly on the bow of the boat, and saw the positions of Dongfang Liyuan and Lesang from afar, and there was no expression on his pretty face.

And right behind them, several sailboats followed, and the person in charge was Ling Xuehan's personal guard, Leng Ye.

Just as he could see the truth, Lesang suddenly felt Dongfang Liyuan holding her hand tightly.

The eyes changed slightly, and she looked at him sideways, and happened to meet Dongfang Liyuan, staring at her eyes.
Chapter completed!