Feng Yiying saw that the clothes on her body were burned in several places, and her little face was black and gray from the smoke. She looked as embarrassed as a burnt little devil, but she was still thinking about the wronged spirit in the locust tree.
He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "This girl has a good heart, she is not like a spy sent by another country..." He looked around casually, and suddenly his face changed drastically. At some point, in the various houses around him,
There was a blazing fire, but the strange thing was that no one came out to put out the fire! His heart suddenly sank, and an ominous omen suddenly arose in his heart. He grabbed Yi Qingchen
He held up his hand and said, "Girl, now is not the time to feel sad for these dead souls, look!" He stretched out his hand and pointed towards the distance. The blazing fire almost turned half the sky red! Yi Qingchen was shocked, opened his mouth wide, and shouted
Said: "Hey, it can't be right? Does that sect master want to completely destroy this house?!" Feng Yiying's face was as dark as water, and his eyebrows were deeply wrinkled: "Come on, girl, I will take you to see it!"
" He picked her up again and ran forward. Yi Qingchen lay in his arms, secretly laughing in her heart: "Hey, it's more convenient and faster for him to run around with me in his arms than a horse.
"Feng Yiying hugged her and ran higher and lower. She saw the scenery on both sides flying towards the back. She felt dizzy and novel at the same time. She felt very comfortable and relaxed in her heart. She closed her eyes slightly and started to tremble.
After taking a nap, Feng Yiying leaped as fast as flying. At a glance, he saw Yi Qingchen nestling in his arms like a kitten. Her long eyelashes were like fans, drawing a beautiful silhouette. Her light red mouth was slightly hooked, with a
With a hint of elf and mischief. His heart skipped a beat. Holding her like this, he felt warmth and sweetness that he had never experienced before. A thought suddenly came to his mind: "No matter what her background is, this time, I will choose her!"
"As if aware of the calculation in Feng Yiying's heart, Yi Qingchen shuddered inexplicably and suddenly opened his eyes: "Big Maple Leaf, why are you staring at me like this? Did a flower suddenly grow on my face?
"A ray of red appeared suspiciously on Feng Yiying's snow-white handsome face, and a trace of embarrassment flashed in his dark eyes. He suddenly stopped and sighed lowly: "We are still late!"