The moonlight in the sky is clear and cold, light and soft, like flowing water, shining on Ling Xiaoxiao's body.

Under the moonlight, Ling Xiaoxiao was covered with a layer of light, as sacred as the moonlight goddess.

In a dense bush, Yan Chitian watched Ling Xiaoxiao step into the rose bushes with a really expressionless face and a fearless look on her face.

She looked like a female martyr who was about to die heroically.

Yan Chitian's clear eyes suddenly dimmed. An inexplicable anger burned him. At that moment, he suddenly felt a trace of pain in his heart that had been cold for many years. "This fool, the best in the world."

What a fool!"

He cursed bitterly, but there was actually a hint of heartache in his voice that was not easily noticeable.

He didn't notice that Murong Qianfeng behind him trembled violently the moment Ling Xiaoxiao stepped into the flowers.

At that moment, Murong Qianfeng actually felt Ling Xiaoxiao's pain!

At that moment, how he wished he could stand in the thorn bush instead of Ling Xiaoxiao, how he wished he could bear all the heart-piercing pain for her...

"Silly woman, silly woman, such a silly woman that makes people worried!" He clenched his fists tightly. Almost involuntarily, he performed Xuan Gong...

When the young Luo Feng saw Ling Xiaoxiao stepping into the rose bush without hesitation for her Warcraft companion, his heart twitched hard.

In the place where he was born, there was only intrigue and even fratricide.

Ling Xiaoxiao's spirit of sacrificing everything for his friends, through fire and water, deeply infected and moved him at this moment.

Luo Feng's heart was filled with passion and blood. At this moment, there was only one simple thought in his mind: A person who is so kind to his companions should not suffer such unreasonable torture!

Almost simultaneously with Murong Qianfeng, a powerful power of vegetation was injected into the ground silently...

When Ling Xiaoxiao stepped into the rose bush, she felt that the rose branches were densely covered with sharp thorns, like daggers, piercing into her delicate skin.

In an instant, she was pricked all over by the sharp thorns on the rose branches. The gauze dress on her body was scratched by the sharp thorns, and bright red blood oozed from the damaged areas.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

Big drops of sweat flowed down Ling Xiaoxiao's slightly pale face.

Seeing Ling Xiaoxiao frowning and holding back the pain, Lin Wan'er felt extremely happy and refreshed!

Ling Xiaoxiao, do you have this day too? She looked at Ling Xiaoxiao proudly and walked towards the depths of the rose bush little by little.

Since the earring fell deep into the rose bush, every time Ling Xiaoxiao pushed forward, she could only rely on her hands to pull away the rose branches blocking her way.

When her hand touched the rose branch covered with spikes, a strange scene happened.

I saw that Ling Xiaoxiao's feet actually extended a foot-wide road inch by inch.

The road continued and extended. Finally, it stopped at the place where Lin Wan'er's gold earrings fell.

At the same time, the roses that were densely packed together seemed to have suddenly become spiritual, and they retreated to both sides of the path, gently swaying their waists.

Looking at this strange scene, Ling Xiaoxiao was a little confused.

This..., what's going on?

As if sleepwalking, she walked to the place where the golden earring fell, picked it up, and then exited the rose bush with ease.
Chapter completed!