Chapter 892： God drop (3) make up

Fu Yue was held in her arms by the person behind her, and the man's slender hand turned her over, fingers on the back of her head.

Hold her in his arms.

Fu Yue's face was buried in the man's broad and cool chest. She smelled the clean scent of the other person's body like pine and snow, which was very familiar.

Fu Yue's heart jumped.

Is it him?

……should be.

Apart from him, no one can give her this sense of peace of mind.

Fu Yue retracted his hand, the mist on the palm of his hand slowly dissipated, and the disintegrated world was restored to its original state, and the distorted space became normal.

"Master, you are frightened."

The man's low-magnetic and melodious voice sounded like the sound of a harp, elegant, but somewhat unnatural.

Fu Yue: "......?"

Lord, master?

What kind of shame is this? !

What kind of weird thing Jun Heng did?

The girl's thin body became stiff, and the smile on her face gradually disappeared.

Seeing someone come bad.

The two drunk brawny were furious, and they opened their mouths and cursed: "Where is the stinky boy, take care of things, dare to ruin the good things of our brothers? I am so impatient with you!"

"Go on, buddy, let him see what it will be like to provoke us."

Fu Yue's head moved, but it was caught by the man's slender fingers. The man softly comforted: "Master, you don't have to worry, Ciller will take care of all this."

Fu Yue, whose head was held in the arms of the man: "..."

The man wrapped one hand around Fu Yue's waist, while the other hand stretched out, and his slender jade-like fingers were spaced a little bit in the direction of the opposite two people.

A dazzling white light.

The two men bloomed like fireworks, and even the screams were too late.

It's a pity that Fu Yue didn't see all of this.

Of course, if she could see, she would definitely recognize—

Isn't this the...magic in the Western fantasy novels she had read before? !

Magician?

"Okay, it's all right now."

The man released the hand holding Fu Yue's head, and his low magnetic voice rang softly.

Fu Yue took a step back, and she also saw clearly what the person in front of her looked like.

A man with blond hair and blue eyes.

He has dazzling blond hair, combed back, revealing his white forehead, his nose is high and straight, and his lips are as delicate as petals, glowing with a pale pink.

Of course the most beautiful thing is the man's blue eyes like the deep sea, cold like glass, but his eyes when looking at Fu Yue are full of gentleness and comfort.

This man is a typical young nobleman in the Middle Ages.

Gentleman, elegant, and a mesmerizing melancholy.

He is as handsome as the snow and water above the mountain.

The elegant gentleman held the girl's hand.

Bend down.

The thin petal-like lips kissed the back of her hand, and a very light kiss fell on it.

"The master is frightened. This is Ciller's fault."

Fu Yue's heart jumped.

She subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand, but Cyrel held her hand and couldn't pull it out.

A trace of puzzlement crossed the man's blue eyes.

He didn't seem to understand why Fu Yue had to hide from a simple kiss.

"Master, what's the matter?"

Fu Yue: "..."

She wanted to say, don't call me master.

However, there is no receiving memory now.

For the time being, Fu Yue didn't know what to say, what to say, so she shook her head indiscriminately, saying that she was nothing.

Ciller did not continue to question.