Immortal, save me!

However, the next moment, Le Zhi was brutally slapped in the face.

I saw the man in white clothes across from Shengxue raising his hand to press the dull hair on the young man's head, his expression indifferent but gentle.

Mo Yin looked at Le Zhi and said, "Luo Jin is young, I hope Brother Le won't blame him."

Le Zhi chuckled and said, "How could it be possible? It's too late for me to like such a cute child. How could I blame him?"

snort!

hum!

Hum hum!

Noticing the young man's vaguely provocative eyes, Le Zhi felt very aggrieved.

This little kid deserves a beating so much that the devil likes him.

The carriage drove leisurely east, the sun rose and the moon set, and it was already September in the blink of an eye.

In the early morning, morning dew dripped from the tips of the bright red leaves, breaking the tranquility of sleep.

Luo Jin raised her hand to wipe the dew from her face, turned over and rolled to the side, stretching her arms to rest on the warm legs of the person next to her.

Mo Yin opened his eyes and glanced at the hand on his leg, then gently removed the hand and stood up.

In the past month, Daqi's management has become inexplicably stricter. Everywhere he goes, he has to find out his identity before he is allowed to enter the city.

At first, they didn't realize what this situation meant, until one day, a pursuit warrant was posted in every street and alley of the city, and the paper had portraits of him and Luo Jin printed on it.

He and Luo Jin became fugitives pursued by the court.

Therefore, they had to disguise themselves and rush to the country of Li in hiding and twists and turns.

Along the way, they encountered Yu people, or demons, disguised as ordinary people many times. They were scattered in twos and threes all over Daqi, and they were doing unknown things behind their backs.

Apart from their handsome appearance, these people are not much different from the common people of Daqi. Under the trade policy between the two countries, they have successfully blended into the common people of Daqi.

Some are hidden in the streets or alleys, or walking in the wild. They can be seen everywhere in inns, houses, and ruined temples.

He didn't know that there were so many demons in the world. Could it be that the war hundreds of years ago had the Penglai clan the most damaged?

He walked around in a circle and looked at the surrounding environment. The light golden sunlight was pouring down and falling on people through the gaps in the branches and leaves. It was carried by the breeze, which made it feel particularly comfortable.

Not far away, Le Zhi rolled over and woke up, stretched out lazily, facing the breeze, and in the next moment, his consciousness was completely awake.

He glanced around, but Mo Yin was nowhere to be seen, only the little kid was still sleeping soundly.

He rolled his eyes and suddenly became interested in teasing. He pulled out a piece of dogtail grass from the grass and tiptoed to Luo Jin.

During this period of time, he was feeling frustrated to death. Every time he argued with this little kid, he never won. The most important thing was that Brother Mo was obviously biased. No matter who started the fight, the fault would be attributed to him.

He knelt down and looked at the little kid's cute sleeping face. He held the dog's tail grass in one hand and moved forward quietly, sweeping it across the face.

Luo Jin's consciousness was still immersed in sleep. In the dream, he had grown up. He was half a head taller than Mo Yin, and his figure was a little stronger than Mo Yin.

In a picturesque place outside the world, Mo Yin was resting on a soft couch, and Luo Jin walked out of a bamboo house, holding a tray in his hand.

He carefully placed the tray on the stone table aside, gently approached Mo Yin, and carefully described Mo Yin's handsome features with his eyes.

He looked at Mo Yin almost obsessively, looking from his smooth forehead to his long eyebrows that were neatly trimmed on his temples. His gaze moved down a little bit, landing on his finely curled eyelashes, crossing the high bridge of his nose, and stopping at his On the pale red lips.