There is nothing here except the boundless wilderness and dense forests and the light fog lingering stones and woods, except for a few of them, no signs of people are visible.
Yu Yan squeezed the veil in his hand and twisted it into twists. He regretted more than once why he didn't listen to his father and insisted on running out of the rivers and lakes.
Playing a clever trick to get rid of the secret guard, the thief turned around and was stolen by the thief, and she had to cling to others to survive.
Yu Yan suddenly had no love for the girl.
The mother is right, she is more than success.
Now stay in this place where birds don't shit.
Maybe you will lose all your lives in the next second.
Metaphor: "..."
(?﹏?)
No, she is twenty-eight years old, and she has never held the hand of such a handsome little brother in Dalian.
It's a shame to die like this!
Yu Yan stood up quietly, stretched out his hand to lift the skirt, slid to Fu Yue's side like a thief, sat down next to her, stretched out his hand to embrace her arm, and muttered in his mouth. : "I'm afraid you will freeze to death!"
Fu Yue, who is sleeping on a fake day: "..."
The eyebrows jumped.
I TM thank you!
Ji Qinglin also sat there cross-legged, perhaps afraid of getting dirty, his brows were always frowned, and the branch he held in his hand picked up the fire from time to time to prevent it from going out.
The juvenile's exquisite and straight face was set off against the flickering flames, which was a bit more suspicious for no reason.
He glanced sideways at Fu Yue who was not far away, then glanced at the metaphor of holding Fu Yue, and the corners of his lips twitched.
"..."
In the surrounding forest, the roar of distant beasts has never stopped, reverberating in the dim wilderness. Above the surrounding tall trees, there are often some infiltrating black shadows that flash past, but it makes people Can't ignore, it makes people feel creepy.
At this moment.
There was a howling of wolves that was suddenly near and far away, which made people creepy.
In the forest not far away.
Suddenly a pair of dark green eyes appeared, cold, those eyes belonged to the cruel beast.
Yu Yan: "!!!"
She is over.
Fu Yue opened her eyes, raised her eyes, and subconsciously looked in the direction of howling wolf.
See the dense wolves.
My heart sank.
So many wolves?
As for Yu Yan, she almost passed by.
The sword in Ji Qinglin's hand was out of its sheath.
Xueliang's sword was pinched in his hand, and the tip of the sword seemed to be shining with a faint cold light, with a low buzzing sound, and the sword brushed the ground, making people feel chilly.
The young man in red is holding a sword, and his feet are in the moonlight.
The picture is beautiful.
Ji Qing flashed past, and dropped a sentence: "You stay here and don't move, wolves are afraid of the fire, they dare not come over."
Finished.
He flashed and flew towards the pack of wolves.
Fu Yue stared at the back of Ji Qinglin's departure, and some questions gradually flashed in her mind, and the thoughts that flashed past were so fast that she could not catch it.
She couldn't tolerate her thinking so much now.
Fu Yue took out a dagger from his sleeve, and then pulled Yu Yan behind him in a defensive posture.
Fu Yue felt a burst of pressure on her back.
She turned her head, "?"
Seeing Yu Yan leaning on her.
Fu Yue: "...what are you doing?"
Yu Yan smiled wryly, the smile that appeared on this white and beautiful face was uglier than crying.
"I, my legs are weak."
Fu Yue gave her a glance and cursed: "Trash!"
Metaphor: "..."
Ah.
She endures!