Twelve aristocrats

"You want to do something to her, and you want compensation." A hint of danger flashed in Sheng's eyes.

"Or, send you to me! Anyway, you and you are not bad!" Fanyin Yichen still muttered desperately.

"Fan-yin-yi-chen." Sure enough, when he got angry, Sanskrit Yin Yichen accepted it when he saw it was good, and immediately evaded and disappeared.

"Sanskrit Ran Sheng, look below!" Only this sentence was left hovering in the air.

Fanyin Ransheng looked into the jungle full of thorns, the thin woman had fallen among the thorns, her whole body was covered with scars, her dress was stained red with blood, her little face was already pale, but she did not give up, she kept on desperately He moved his body and crawled forward.

"Sure... yes... get out of here..." An Xiaoruo is having difficulty speaking now, his body covered in bruises has long been dilapidated, and the blood is running along the winding path.

Suddenly, a white light appeared in front of his eyes, and his tall and straight body blocked An Xiaoruo's way forward.

An Xiaoruo looked up weakly at the beautiful young man in front of him, his eyes were full of determination: "You said, you won't stop me."

Fanyin Ransheng squatted down and supported An Xiaoruo, his eyes were full of pity, and he sighed helplessly: "Do you have to leave here?"

"Yes." No one can change An Xiaoruo's decision.

"Won't being hurt like this change your decision?" Fanyin Ransheng didn't want her to go, didn't want her to leave just like that, but he didn't want her to get hurt even more.

"If I don't let you leave, will you hate me?" There are various complex emotions intertwined in the beautiful eyes, An Xiaoruo can't see clearly what he is thinking, but even if he looks like this, she won't change his decision.

"Maybe..." An Xiaoruo gave him a deep look, and then said, "No."

"Why?" He was confused, why wouldn't he hate himself.

"You have a reason! Otherwise, why did you say those strange words?" An Xiaoruo can think about it now, but he doesn't know what the reason for Sanskrit Ran Sheng is.

Sanskrit Ran Sheng didn't speak, just for a moment, the terrifying surroundings became sunny again, and the sea of ​​roses surrounding the castle reappeared in An Xiaoruo's eyes, and the air was still full of sunlight mixed with it. The fragrance of roses.

Even, the pain on the body gradually disappeared, the dilapidated dress began to change, and began to heal like a wound, the sticky blood no longer adhered to the skin, and the whole person seemed to be completely reborn.

Fanyin Ransheng hugged An Xiaoruo tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to rub her into his life. There was a strong fragrance of roses on his body, which was so reluctant to part with.

"Sheng you?" An Xiaoruo felt that everything was as incredible as a dream.

In the next second, Fanyin Ransheng pushed An Xiaoruo away heavily, and stood in front of An Xiaoruo like a mountain.

"Let's go!"

Still indifferent, like a banished fairy, unstained by the slightest dust, the perfect side face was coated with a layer of golden light by the sun, but, such an indifferent tone carried a hint of unfeeling.

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