There was nothing here except the endless wilderness and dense forests, the stones and trees shrouded in light mist, and there was not a trace of human population except a few of them.

Yu Yan pinched the handkerchief in his hand and twisted it into a twist, regretting more than once why he didn't listen to his father and had to run out to roam the rivers and lakes.

Playing clever tricks to get rid of the secret guard, but she turned around and was stolen by the thief, and she had to pestering others with her face to survive.

The metaphor is that the girl suddenly has no love.

My mother is right, she is a person who has more than enough success and more than failure.

Now stay in this place where birds don't.

Maybe you'll lose your life in the next second.

Metaphor: "......"

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No, she is twenty-eight years old, and she has never held the hand of such a handsome little brother.

It's a shame to die like this!

Yu Yan quietly stood up, reached out to lift the hem of her skirt, slipped to Fu Yue's side like a thief, sat down next to her, reached out to hug her arm, and muttered: "I'm afraid that you will freeze to death!" ”

Fu Yue, who was pretending to sleep: "......"

Eyebrows jumped.

I TM thank you!

Ji Qinglin also sat cross-legged over there, probably because he was afraid of getting dirty, his brows were always frowning, and the branch he was holding in his hand picked a fire from time to time to prevent it from going out.

The young man's delicate and heroic side face reflected the flickering firelight, and there was a little more slaughter for no reason.

He glanced sideways at Fu Yue not far away, and by the way, he glanced at the metaphor of holding Fu Yue, and the corners of his lips twitched.

“……”

In the surrounding forest, the roar of the beast in the distance has never stopped, echoing in the dim wilderness, and above the tall trees around, there are often some seeping black shadows, flashing, but it is impossible to ignore, making people feel a little creepy.

At this time.

A wolf howl came from afar, which was terrifying.

Not far from the forest.

Suddenly, a pair of dark green pupils appeared, cold and cold, the eyes of a cruel beast.

Parable: "!! ”

She's done.

Fu Yue opened his eyes, raised his eyes, and subconsciously looked in the direction of the wolf's howl.

See that dense pack of wolves.

My heart sank.

So many wolves?

As for the metaphor, she had almost fainted.

The sword in Ji Qinglin's hand was already out of its sheath.

The snow bright sword was pinched in his hand, the tip of the sword seemed to be shining with a faint cold light, a low humming sound, and the sword grazed the ground, making people shudder.

The young man in red holds a sword and steps on the moonlight.

The picture is stunning.

Ji Qinglin flashed over and threw down a sentence: "You stay here and don't move, the wolves are afraid of the fire, they don't dare to come." ”

After speaking.

He dodged and flew towards the wolves.

Fu Yue stared at the back of Ji Qinglin's departure, some doubts gradually flashed in her mind, and the thoughts that flashed were so fast that she couldn't catch them.

She couldn't afford to think so much now.

Fu Yue took out a dagger from his sleeve, and then pulled Yu Yan behind him, making a defensive posture.

Fu Yue felt a burst of pressure on his back.

She turned her head, "? ”

I saw Yu Yan leaning against her.

Fu Yue: "...... What are you doing? ”

Yu Yan smiled wryly, and the smile that appeared on this white and beautiful face was more ugly than crying.

"I, my legs are weak."

Fu Yue glanced at her and scolded: "Waste! ”

Metaphor: "......"

Scold.

She endures!