The young man hiding in the bushes stared at the bamboo leaves with bright eyes, pupils as white as snow, and tender as silk. The justice and evil in his heart were fighting with a rope, and a voice shouted,

Go ahead, it is a living life after all. Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. In the next life, you may be able to live a popular and carefree life because you have accumulated too much merit;

However, judging from the records of past fights with this little girl, if he rashly plays the role of a hero saving the beauty now, 90% of the time he will be chased to the ends of the earth with her sword.

Compared with death, Zhuye Hitomi cares more about having her face seen by others.

At this moment, even her body was exposed by him. If she knew about it, she would definitely find a way to die together with him.

Yan Rong was caught in an unprecedented battle between heaven and man. Under the bright moonlight, a pale, delicate and somewhat stubborn little face was clearly reflected in his starry eyes.[

She must be in pain. This time the injury was on the shoulder blade. Her hands couldn't reach the wound on her back. The wound medicine was applied haphazardly, like rolling out dumplings and sprinkling flour on the panel. It was really accurate.
Chapter completed!