One by one, they picked up the weapons thrown on the ground and began to siege Leng Xuan and Yao Ji...
Feeling such an atmosphere, although Leng Xuan still had a cold expression on his face, he also knew clearly in his heart that he needed to run away now. Even if his martial arts skills were great, he would probably not be able to deal with the bandits in the entire village.
"Young master, run away! Or we will die!"
Yao Ji exclaimed, stretching out her little hand to pull Leng Xuan to run together, but she still only got air, there was nothing she could do!
Leng Xuan’s hand can be pulled by any person. It is normal not to pull it. If it can be pulled by any person, that would be a strange thing!
"Walk……"
Leng Xuan said one word, and the cool guy started to run out with his light skills, and the evil spirit?
"Young Master... Help me! I don't know how to do martial arts!"
The evil girl, who was about to be caught by the bandit, looked panicked and even raised her hands to ask for help. She was a weak woman who really didn't know martial arts, let alone light skills.
Leng Xuan turned around and saw several bandits surrounding the demon girl, with a disgusting look on her face, which was really disgusting!
He picked a few leaves casually, threw them down, and then pulled them with a pull, and the evil spirit was held in his arms by Leng Xuan.
And such a most ordinary and most common hug is sweet to the heart, and even feels that the waiting for thousands of years is worth it.
Over the past thousands of years, I have imagined the first intimate contact between two people. Even though I had contact before, this is the first time I have had such a close contact and I am still held in my arms.
Yao Ji began to think about something, thinking about something or not, and even fantasized that the two of them were not flying in the sky, but rolling on the bed at this moment. Wouldn't that be even more wonderful?
Wow! Can "light skill fly" even be associated with "flying on the bed"?
Yao Ji’s imagination is really powerful!
However, beauty will always be just a moment. Before Yao Ji could imagine further development, Leng Xuan had already let go of his arms and threw Yao Ji to the ground alone.
And the two of them had returned to the inn where everyone was staying.
Su Zifeng and Huangfu Qianli were sitting in the hall playing chess; Xue Ze and Shui Liuhong looked at each other and despised each other; Lin Yushan stood there alone, like a large wooden carving that had not changed for thousands of years...