"It's not." Qinghu pursed her thin lips slightly, she didn't know what signal she had released, giving Duanfeng such an illusion, she hadn't considered anything that would be more important than her own life.

"But I cherish my wife's life."

Duanfeng took out the black stone from his waist and handed it to Qinghu to hold it, and told him seriously: "I will do what Madam wants me to do." If Madame is in danger, summon me with this stone. I will not let anyone hurt Madame, where Madame is, I will be there. ”

Where Madame is, I will be.

Qinghu tasted this sentence, there was a kind of indescribable depression, she looked at Duanfeng's serious and solemn face, and felt the weight of this sentence.

"Lord Guard, ...... you" Qinghu suddenly remembered the bloody person in the Yuyue Courtyard, at that time, Zhuang Ji should have returned from Tianhe, and Qinghu's heart gradually rose.

She was there at the time, and she had a sudden heart palpitation and unbearable pain, was this the reason? Was he seriously injured at the time?

"Huh?" Duanfeng felt that the little girl suddenly became a little stiff, and he stared with concern.

"You are alone, you have to take care of yourself," Qinghu avoided Duanfeng's gaze, and gently hugged him, close to the heart of her family's guard: "Don't get hurt." ”

"Hmm." Duanfeng stroked the brocade-like green silk of Qinghu and muttered, "If there is a lady who cares about me, I will not be hurt." ”

"Then you can't break your word." Qinghu listened to Duanfeng's strong and powerful heartbeat, and his fingertips unconsciously picked his waist: "I'll wait for you to come back." ”

"Madame hugs me like this, I'm afraid my husband won't be able to go." Duanfeng pulled Qinghu's hair behind his ear, and his gaze fell on Qinghu's left shoulder, and he gently rubbed the place where he had bitten.

Duanfeng's fingertips swam away with a warm sticky temperature, and Qinghu couldn't help but shrink and hugged him tighter.

"I'm sorry," Duanfeng withdrew his trembling fingers and said softly, "Does it still hurt?" ”

"Hmm." Qinghu was buried in Duanfeng's arms, and his voice was muffled.

"Can you take a look?" Duanfeng remembered the shocking wound on the little girl's shoulder and the blood that could not be stopped, she did not say goodbye, and she did not know if anyone had healed her wounds, whether there were any traces of his teeth.

"I can't." Qinghu pulled herself out of Duanfeng's arms, she knew that the Guardian didn't mean to scare her, but that was the place where she could only be seen in addition to her clothes. It was an accident last time, and she hadn't thought about it yet.

"I'm fine," Qinghu looked at Duanfeng's injured and self-blaming expression, and comforted: "It's really fine, it doesn't hurt anymore, and there are no scars." ”

"No scars?" Duanfeng had a little regret, but he wanted to leave something for the little girl, so that she could remember it in her heart and remember it from time to time.

But this time it's not a memorable memory, it's good to erase it, Duanfeng feels fortunate again.

"The guards don't seem to be happy?" Qinghu held Duanfeng's face, originally wanted to crusade, but the male god's face was so good-looking, and his deep eyes were endlessly attractive, Qinghu was suddenly a little at a loss, and wanted to let go but was caught by Duanfeng.

"Happy." Duanfeng's eyes were shining, and she could hold the little girl in her arms again, she seemed to like this, and most of her discouragement and disappointment were gone, and she no longer treated him coldly, and was willing to give him another chance, what could be more gratifying?

"Ma'am." Duanfeng called softly.

"Huh?"

"Wait until I come back and marry you."

"Don't."

"I said no, I'm afraid that my wife will cry and ask me to marry at that time."

"No, it won't."

The little delicate and cute of the gods-sama /book/97692/