Chapter 258

Almost in an instant, the Star Tower held its breath, and its eyes vibrated slightly, until the breath of monsoon smoke came into his ears, which made him return to his mind.

Ling He, standing outside the carriage, looks nervously at the back of the Star Tower.

The door of the carriage closed slowly, blocking the sight of Ling He.

Star Tower stooped and walked into the carriage. His steps were unusually light and slow. He looked at the sleeping monsoon smoke and the bloodstained picture, which made him walk on the edge every step.

"Well..." The monsoon smoke sleeps a little uneasily, as if sensing the approach of others. She opens her eyes in a daze. The loss of blood and internal pill makes her vision blurred, and her mind unclear

She saw a figure vaguely through the blurred vision.

That wipe shadow, but let her have a kind of inexplicable familiar feeling.

"Little fire?" The monsoon smoke muttered subconsciously.

The figure of the Star Tower is frozen.

The monsoon smoke is lagging behind in speech, closing eyes weakly, leaning against the carriage with head askew, and blurting: "you have no conscience Son of a bitch

After that, there was no sound.

Looking at the monsoon smoke falling into lethargy again, there is a kind of forbearance and repression hidden in the beautiful face of the Star Tower. Those eyes seem to be covered by clouds, and they can't see the look under his eyes.

The Star Tower is close to the monsoon smoke little by little. With long arms, she pulls the sleepy one into her arms. There is a unique smell of the monsoon smoke, mixed with the faint smell of blood and filled with the breath of the Star Tower. His eyes are drooping, his hands are slightly raised, and he stretches towards the belly of the monsoon smoke Just However, his face is reddish with the distance.

When the warm palms fit in the belly of the monsoon smoke, through that thin layer of clothes, the Star Tower seems to be able to feel the warmth of her skin.

The heat seemed to penetrate the cloth and burn the palm of his hand.

The breath of the Star Tower is disordered. He looks away from the face of the monsoon smoke, and his long eyelashes gather the strange things in his eyes.

Outside the carriage, Ling he was very anxious. If the other side were not the national master Xinglou, I'm afraid he would have rushed into the carriage.

But now

Linghe's eyes swept past Xuanwei, who was standing beside him. Looking at Xuanwei's callous face, he could only surmise his anxiety silently.

He has no doubt that if he catches up with the previous step, Xuanwei will nail him to the ground.

In the anxious expectation of Linghe, the door of the carriage finally opened.

Linghe immediately looked up, but it made Linghe look foolish

The Star Tower was holding the sleeping monsoon smoke, and walked down from the carriage without expression. The wet blood on the skirt of the monsoon smoke was dyed on the pure white clothes of the Star Tower, but the Star Tower seemed to be completely unaware of it, and naturally came down from the carriage with the monsoon smoke.

Under the dim lights, people on both sides of the road saw this amazing scene. Everyone's eyes widened unbelievably, looking at the incomparably noble national master in their mind, holding a woman with blood stains!

"Country National teacher? " It took Ling he a long time to find his voice. He didn't really understand what the Star Tower was about.

The startower's eyes swept over Ling He's body, and said lightly, "I'll take her back."

After all, Xing Lou didn't give Ling He any reaction time at all. He directly carried the monsoon smoke to his carriage. With the whip of Xuanwei, the carriage gradually disappeared from people's vision.