His heart gradually warmed, and she was so holy at this moment that people couldn't bear to touch her. Just this once, Jimo said secretly to himself, just hold her in his arms like this, just once...

Jian Yao lay in Jimo's cold embrace, tilting his head to feel his steady heartbeat. This Jiaoren prince who dominated the Jimo Cavalry was not as fierce as imagined. On the contrary, he was gentle and kind, making people unable to bear to hurt him.

Sighing secretly, Jian Yao buried her head in Jimo's clothes. The faint breath of sea breeze on his body made her fall asleep peacefully. In her dream, she still saw the distant Dongyin, the stretching foggy river and the childhood lullaby in her mother's arms.

The clan members, Mu Cheng and Dong Yin have become eternally lonely in their hearts. What will be waiting for them in the helpless Nanyang?

The lonely songs of the insects in the forest diffused in the desolate sky. Jian Yao's wedding dress was still so bright that it broke my heart. Jimo tightened his arms little by little, and the girl in his arms fell into a deep sleep. The corners of his mouth raised were the lingering regrets for his lover.

's dream.

Jimo looked sideways at the dim stars in the south. He had no right to be resentful, because he couldn't protect the most important person and couldn't keep this smallest happiness...

In the morning after the rain, the air was particularly refreshing. When Jimo woke up, Jian Yao was no longer in his arms, as if last night was just a dream of gorgeous fireworks.

He stood up, told everyone to get ready to leave, and softly called Jian Yao's name through the curtain of the sedan chair. There was no one in the sedan chair, so Jimo became panicked and went deep into the forest to search everywhere.

"Jimo, I'm here!"

He suddenly turned around and saw Jian Yao bending down to pick up a few broken petals. Water droplets were still flowing on the petals, like tears filled with tears, which was heart-warming.

"Look, these petals seem to know people's wishes. You can feel their trembling with a light touch!" Jian Yao smiled sadly, the water droplets in the palm of his hand ran away, and the petals also disappeared.

It was delicate and delicate, and gradually shrank up. Although the color was still fresh, it lost the spirituality when it bloomed on the branches.

"Jimo, starting from today, I may not see this tea flower for many years..."

Jian Yao and Jimo passed each other slowly. The childishness and fragility of last night were no longer there, replaced by the still cold face. From today on, they really stepped out of the land of Dongyin!

"After leaving this forest, we are in the territory of Zhulu!"

Jimo rode his horse to the side of Jian Yao's sedan. The people in the sedan remained motionless, looking indifferently ahead. Jimo sighed softly, lifted the open curtain with his riding crop, and walked silently to the front of the team.

At this time, there was a sudden roar in the forest, followed by the sound of a sharp weapon cutting through the airflow. Jimo was shocked and hurriedly turned his horse's head, only to see two huge crescent-shaped blades flying from behind the team.

Every branch, leaf, and tree trunk was broken, and in the blink of an eye, more than ten attendants in the back row were cut off in half.

"Disperse!"

Jimo shouted loudly and rushed to Jian Yao's sedan chair. With a long arm, he took Jian Yao tightly into his arms. Jian Yao stared at the miserable corpse on the ground with his eyes wide open and held Jimo tightly with both hands.

of clothes.

"Whoosh..."

Blades flew from all directions in an instant. Jimo protected Jian Yao and rode his horse, quickly running out of the woods. There were constant screams behind him. Jian Yao looked out from under Jimo's armpit, and the assassin holding the blade behind him followed closely.
Chapter completed!