The invincible chivalrous fragrance of the East

The night wind is blowing, the clouds are deep and the moon is hidden, there seems to be a beast lurking in the dark, rustling, and there seems to be human voices.

Lu Jia feared that the two of them would be overtaken during this trip, and seeing that Wu Ci'er was exhausted, she persuaded him patiently, "Xiao Ci, come up quickly." He patted himself on the shoulder again, and squatted down in front of Wu Ci'er. He stood still, leaving the broad shoulders to Xiao Nanman.

Wu Ci'er hesitated, Lu Jia always liked to do things straightforwardly, seeing that the person he liked didn't move, she simply turned around and said that he hugged her full of arms, and she couldn't allow Nanman to refuse any more.

The man's warm body temperature and safe atmosphere caught Wu Ci'er in a daze. He kicked his feet twice subconsciously, but he knew that he was blocking the traffic with his arms. Compared with protesting, it was more like a form of coquettishness.

"do not move."

Above, a man's ordinary but reassuring voice came, and Wu Ci'er stopped struggling. She raised her head and glanced twice, blushing inexplicably. He turned his eyes to other places, but the man hugged him tightly, and Wu Ci'er's entire face was embraced by him.

Anyway, comfortable in this man's arms, Xiao Nanman simply buried his face in Lu Jia's chest as if he had given up on himself, feeling the man's fiery and powerful heartbeat, and put his arms around the man's neck comfortably.

A calm smile flickered across the corner of Lu Jia's mouth, and he continued on his way.

It's not the first time he has had such close contact with Wu Ci'er, but every time he hugs Wu Ci'er, he feels inexplicably distressed, like the weight of a butterfly, although this metaphor does not sound so safe , but Wu Ci'er's body gave Lu Jia the feeling that it was almost weightless.

The night became darker and quieter.

I don't know how far I have traveled, and it is less than two hours away from the next small town. Lu Jia weighed whether to finish the journey overnight or take a break. Although he was holding someone in his arms, his eyelids Don't feel tired, people don't feel sleepy.

He lowered his head, only to find that Wu Ci'er had closed his eyes.Appears to have fallen into a light sleep.

Originally, he had prepared a comfortable and spacious carriage so that Wu Ci'er could travel more comfortably, but the day before yesterday when he was stopping in front of the Ye Dao tea shop, he was spotted by two robbers. These two people may be members of the Wulin League, so they abandoned the car on the spot and Wu Ci'er got rid of the two robbers.

On the one hand, if you travel by road, you may be more flexible on the way.

Lu Jia looked at Wu Ci'er who squinted his eyes and seemed to be murmuring something in his sleep, and his heart was filled with joy. How could he be able to get this innocent and innocent person? On this point, he was sincerely grateful to Shen Youlian for sending himself to a In the water pavilion, he was grateful to Dongfang Bubai for instigating him to come to Wu Ci'er.

What kind of ambitions, hegemony and grand plans, regardless of the martial arts in the Central Plains, or the power of the sect, has nothing to do with him, Lu Jia.

He doesn't care about Shen Youlian, or those conspiracies. At this moment, he only feels that the most important thing is to be with Wu Ci'er. Life after life is too far away and too ethereal, so he can't say it, but in this life, he feels that I still have a long, long way to go, and I have to walk with this person.

In the dark, Ye Xiang shot a cold arrow suddenly.

Lu Jia only felt a flash of silver light flashing in front of his eyes, and he was shocked, but because he was holding Wu Ci'er in his arms, he was afraid that he would fall, and he would not have time to dodge in the future, so there was a moment's deviation, and he could only hear the sound of flesh tearing on his shoulders , When the wind and rain stopped, the man knelt on one knee, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

Wu Ci'er only felt liquid splashed on her face, fluttered her eyelashes in a daze, and opened her eyes, what splashed on her fair face was not the sweat of a man or anything else, but the sweat from her shoulders. Winding down, blood.