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

Hold her in your arms.

Fu Yue's face was buried in this man's broad and slightly cool chest, and she smelled the fragrance of the other party's body as clean as pine snow, which was very familiar.

Fu Yue's heart jumped.

Is that him?

…… It should be.

No one but him could give her this reassuring feeling.

Fu Yue withdrew his hand, the mist in his palm slowly dissipated, and the disintegrated world returned 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 playing, elegant, but a little unnatural.

Fu Yue: "......?" ”

Lord, master?

What kind of shameful name is this?!

Jun Heng, what strange things is this guy doing again?

The girl's thin body stiffened, and the smile on her face gradually faded.

I saw someone come to do something bad.

The two drunken strong men were furious, and they opened their mouths and scolded: "Where did the stinky boy come from, meddling in his own affairs, and daring to ruin the good deeds of our brothers?" I'm so impatient with you! ”

"Come on, man, let him see what happens to us if he messes with us."

Fu Yue's head moved, but it was clasped by the man's slender fingers, and the man comforted him softly: "Master, you don't have to worry, Silaire will solve all this." ”

Fu Yue, whose head was pressed into the man's arms: "......"

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

A dazzling white light.

The two men exploded like fireworks, and they didn't even have time to scream.

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

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

Isn't this what she's seen in the Western fantasy before... Magic?!

Enchanter?

"Okay, it's okay now."

The man let go of the hand that was holding Fu Yue's head, and his low voice sounded gently.

Fu Yue took a step back, and she also saw the appearance of the person in front of her.

A man with blond hair and blue eyes.

His blonde hair, dazzling as the sun, was combed back to reveal a fair forehead, the bridge of his nose was high and straight, and his lips were as delicate as flower petals, with a pale pink glow.

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

This man was the typical young nobleman of the Middle Ages.

Gentlemanly, elegant, and melancholy that is intriguing.

He was as handsome as the snow on the mountain.

The elegant gentleman holds the girl's hand.

Bend down.

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

"The master is frightened, and this is the fault of Silaire."

Fu Yue's heart jumped.

She subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand, but it was held by Silaire and she couldn't pull it out.

There was a hint of puzzlement in the man's blue eyes.

He didn't seem to understand why Fu Yue wanted to hide a simple kiss and hand gift.

"Master, what's wrong?"

Fu Yue: "......"

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

However, now again there is no receiving memory.

Fu Yue didn't know what to say or say for the time being, so he had to shake his head indiscriminately, indicating that he was nothing.

Silaire didn't press further.