Ye Sichenmo searched the cold surface of the jade bottle. In the cold night, the two of them fought against each other, and the moonlight pulled the two figures for a long time.

"I don't accept his medicine."

Wen Wanqiu didn't know what he was stubborn about again, and she was a little angry.

She ran here regardless of life and death, for the sake of it, he actually turned out to be him!

"If you like to accept it, no one will care if you die!"

Wen Wanqiu was too lazy to pay attention to him, so she was about to leave the tent.

Ye Sichen grabbed her, "When you go out, the bandits will kill you, aren't you dead enough?"

If he had not arrived in time today, it would be hard to imagine what danger she would have encountered.

Thinking of this, Ye Sichen was surrounded by cold and cold aura, and a surging storm of slaughtering air penetrated through his body, instantly filling the entire camp.

The people coming and going immediately hid back in the tent honestly, and no one dared to come out.

A beautiful figure also appeared in Ye Sichen's tent. After looking deep in Wen Wanqiu, he sighed and hid back.

"The princess doesn't care about life and death, but she always cares about innocence? This group of people can choose beautiful women to start with,"

Wen Wanqiu retreated step by step.

She is not afraid of death, what she is afraid of is that the group of people are not even as good as beasts.

"Where is Han Frost?" She couldn't hide her worries in her tone.

"With her skills, it's easy to get out of you without being a burden." Ye Sichen spoke without hesitation.

Wen Wanqiu glared at him, "You are the burden."

"Where is this princess living?" It's dark and it's not advisable to rush on the road. When Hanshuang finds her, Wen Wanqiu decided to leave this ghost place immediately.

Whoosh!

In the dark night, a gust of wind blew by.

"Ah! Ghost!" Wen Wanqiu was so scared that she threw herself into the arms of the man in front of her, trembling with fear.

Ye Sichen reached out and put his hand on her shoulder, "Who is pretending to be a ghost?"

His dark eyes swept around, his eyes looked at a place with a slightly deeper sank, his wrists flew, and the leaves within reach seemed to be given life, and flew out directly. The people on the tree could not hide, and were hit somewhere, making a muffled groan.

Ye Sichen wanted to chase after him, but he looked at the little woman who was still in her arms and clenched her fists without hesitation.

"Is it a person?"

Wen Wanqiu raised her head and noticed that she was acting inappropriately, so she quickly came out of his arms.

She was weak and almost fell into Ye Sichen's arms again, and was completely hugged by him.

The unique fragrance of a woman penetrated into his nose, and Ye Sichen obviously noticed a violent trembling in his heart, which was a feeling that had never been rippling in his heart.

"What the hell is this!"

It’s really terrifying that there are either open guns or hidden arrows everywhere.

"Can I live with you? Don't worry, there is a difference between men and women. I'm on the ground. The frost will come tomorrow, and I'll leave." Wen Wanqiu spoke in a muffled voice, and in fear, there was a little more of her little daughter's posture.

Ye Sichen stretched out his big palm and saw a touch of blood in the palm of his hand, his pupils trembled slightly.

"Are you injured?"

Ye Sichen didn't care much and reached out to touch her waist.

hiss!

Wen Wanqiu exclaimed gently, frowned in pain.

I don’t know if it was because of the pain in the wound or because of the man’s touch, Wen Wanqiu’s face turned slightly red and her heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

"Chasing the wind, get the wounded medicine, hurry up!"

He didn't realize she was injured for so long. It's so damn!

Ye Sichen leaned over and hugged her horizontally in his arms and was extremely domineering.

Wen Wanqiu was shocked, "What are you doing?"

"Don't move!" the man scolded.

She didn't dare to move anymore and let Ye Sichen carry it directly into the tent.

Zhuifeng quickly stuffed the medicine bag in, and the man stood obediently at the door to obey orders, not daring to go further.

"Take off your clothes!"

Ye Sichen ordered.

Wen Wanqiu widened her eyes, "What did you say? I am the Sky Lord..."

Before she could finish her words, Ye Sichen turned her over and turned her over and pointed her wound at him.

"You are my woman, why can't you touch me?"

Wen Wanqiu's outer robe was torn apart, revealing a scratch, and blood flowed out of the wound.

He wrapped his gauze around his fingertips and wiped it gently.

The white and tender skin was as smooth as milk, and Ye Sichen's eyes were dark and dyed red.

"Ye Sichen——" Wen Wanqiu's voice trembled and called softly.

The man relaxed his spirit and wiped it gently carefully.

"It hurts!" Wen Wanqiu felt a little aggrieved and her nose felt sore.

"I will not let anyone hurt you, and those who hurt you will die!" Ye Sichen spoke in a cold voice, shattering his grievances to the bone, melting Wen Wanqiu's grievances.

Wen Wanqiu pursed her lips and said nothing, but just let him bandage it quietly.

He is quick-witted and has great experience in dealing with such wounds.

In fact, Wen Wanqiu didn’t feel much pain, so she was bandaged.

Ye Sichen lingered in the wound in a slender manner. Wen Wanqiu immediately pulled off the clothes hanging beside him and blocked the half-exposed spring scenery.

This awkward atmosphere almost makes people breathe.

Wen Wanqiu wanted to get up, but accidentally staggered into the man's arms.

Ye Sichen stiffened, feeling the warmth and softness of the man on his chest, and put his hands on her shoulders, wanting to deepen the hug.

Wen Wanqiu reacted instantly and pushed him away.

The atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.

Ye Sichen looked at the red ball on her face and curled up the corners of her lips, "Are you shy?"

"What are you talking nonsense?"

Wen Wanqiu turned her head, her eyes were as charming as silk.

With a glance at her eyes, a woman kneeled aside not far away, not even daring to breathe.

"Who are you?" After asking, Wen Wanqiu immediately regretted it.

Isn’t the inn clear enough?

This is the beauty that Lord Cao gave to Ye Sichen, the kind that he sings every day!

Wuming's anger was burning in her heart, but she thought...

He turned around and was about to leave, but was pulled by Ye Sichen.

"What are you doing? Let go!" She wanted to shake it away, and the man immediately let go.

"Be careful of the wound breaking." A touch of heartache flashed through Ye Sichen's eyes.

"You don't have to worry about it." Wen Wanqiu was very angry.

The woman immediately crawled forward and pulled Wen Wan's trousers, "Master, I am just a servant, and I have nothing to do with King Ye."

"What does it matter to you have? It has nothing to do with me." Wen Wanqiu retorted.

She glanced at the woman deeply. In response to the intuition between the woman, she knew that the woman in front of her must have different thoughts about Ye Sichen.

Wen Wanqiu rushed out.

Ye Sichen held his forehead and felt a little headache.

"Zhu Feng, arrange the place to live, guard against it. If she is in danger, everyone will come to see her."

"Yes!" Zhuifeng was furious and greeted him quickly.

"King...No, Mr...."

Wen Wanqiu emphasized angrily, "Call me Mr. Wen!"

"Young Master, Mr. Wen, please don't go around here. Yecheng is not peaceful now."

"It doesn't matter to you if you die."

Wen Wanqiu retorted.

Ye Sichen said behind her, "Do you want to see the Great Zhou and Cangqiong go to war?"
Chapter completed!