The morning in the land of forgetting Sichuan is very quiet.
Xia Ji walks barefoot on the smooth and warm grass, green silk grass, snow-white jade feet form a pleasant contrast.
Ji Wuhua quietly looked at her in the distance, but saw that she had been walking around with her head down. Although the speed was very slow, she never stopped, and she was always worried.
The breeze blew up her broad robe, revealing her slender and white legs. Her black hair was scattered behind her. It was extremely clean and fresh. Even the light veil on her face formed a unique landscape.
He didn't know why his heart beat so fast, just like he didn't understand how many fairies were more beautiful than this figure in Jiuchong sky, but why did he beat his heart just because of her?
He walked slowly past.
Last night's kind of man's palpitation was still there, but he had no intention of forcing her any more. Just take a deep breath: there is an incomparable excitement in my heart, just like a man's wedding eve, nervous, uneasy, looking forward to, hesitating
I want this woman!
I must let her accompany me forever.
I will marry her.
……
Such a strong idea, he did not realize, as if it was natural.
She listened to his footsteps and looked up.
Such a close look at each other, the feeling of familiarity is more profound: really, this is not Ji Wuhua, who is still young, but Ziling, who is full of the color of wind and frost -
she suddenly felt very sad: if Ziling had not gone to Fox Hill, had not had that war, had not had that terrible change, how good would it be?
However, everything has happened and can not be reversed.
He also gazed at her, and though he could not see all her expressions under the veil, he could detect her slight nervousness.
"Shaggie, didn't you sleep well last night?"
She nodded slowly and frankly.
Ji Wuhua looked at her and suddenly asked, "Xia Ji, who are you worried about?"
"I I I'm just worried about a friend... "
"Your friend? Ziling or the Dark Lord
"The Dark Lord."
The answer is far from straightforward.
"Why?"
"I I was swept to the land of forgetting Sichuan for no reason. He will worry about me and come to save me. I'm afraid he's in any danger. "
Ji Wuhua's eyes suddenly became very strange: "do you think that if there is a strange person coming to jiuchongtian, it must be the Dark Lord instead of Ziling?"
Xia Ji was stunned.
"Do you think Zi Ling is better than the Dark Lord to treat you? Or, now in your heart, the status of Zi Ling is far less than that of the Dark Lord? "
A strong jealousy is sudden.
He didn't know why it was so strong. As if last night hugged her, want to be intimate with her, after the attempt, this jealousy, has been latent. As soon as we met the right excuse, it broke out immediately.
After a while, Xia Ji shook her head slowly: "Your Highness, maybe you don't know that Zi Ling and I have already broken up. He will never come to me again. "
He Leng for a while, unexpectedly some sad: "you mean to say, even if Zi Ling is still alive, that you are imprisoned, will not come to save you?"
She did not look at him. For a long time, she asked herself: will Ziling come to save me? Will it?
Just like when I was tied up on the high platform, I was desperate. Will Ziling come to save me?
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