"It's not that I regret it, it's that I'm tired. After this trip to southern Hunan, I will leave with Yan Xiaoyu. No one will compete with you for the positions of Xiao Ninglan and the Crown Princess. You can take care of yourself!" Yun Ziyou said calmly!
Looking at Wei Yifang, he suddenly didn't understand why he had liked this woman for so many years and even betrayed his organization for him.
When he found that he started to think about the reasons why he liked her, everything became indifferent. Was he finally tired of it and no longer liked her? Maybe it was not that kind of liking for her at the beginning, but about face. She
She was the first woman to reject his Yun Ziyou...
Yun Ziyou turned around and started walking towards the distance. The fog was thick and the dew was deep. Soon, his handsome back disappeared from Wei Yifang's sight.
Yan Xiaoyu and Aya were playing poker. She taught Aya the cards. At first she won three games, and then Aya kept winning. Looking at Aya, she suspected that she was cheating.
After being punished to drink three large glasses of water in one breath, Yan Xiaoyu's stomach began to growl. She stood up with her rounded belly, waved her hands to Aya and said, "I'm going to the toilet, and then get ready to go to bed. I'll look for you tomorrow."
You take revenge."
Aya nodded and started to clear away the cards on the table. Suddenly, her eyes flashed, she put down the cards in her hand and grabbed Yan Xiaoyu, and the voice of "catch the assassin" sounded outside.
Just as Yan Xiaoyu was pulled back by Aya, the sound of a sharp arrow piercing the wind rang in her ears. Before she could react, the tent suddenly burst into flames. Aya pulled the thin quilt on the bed and flipped Yan Xiaoyu over.
Wrapped in a thin quilt, with blood oozing from her shoulder blades, Yan Xiaoyu screamed, "Leave me alone, rush out on your own..."
Aya reached out and touched her acupuncture points, holding her with one hand, and holding a knife in the other to deflect the oncoming arrows. Yan Xiaoyu was choked under the thin quilt and couldn't breathe. She could almost feel Aya's trembling.
The injury has not yet healed, and it would be dangerous for anyone to escape alone, let alone take her with him.
In the thick smoke and chaos, the tent was burnt black, and the metal beams suddenly fell down. Aya deflected the rain of arrows, but was forced to escape by a roaring fire in front of her. She saw that the beam was about to hit the two of them.
On his body, a pair of strong big hands pulled the two of them aside when the beam fell. Yan Xiaoyu's eyes widened, "Yun Ziyou..."
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