In danger, he traveled through time to save her, and the black-bellied prince doted on her

Mu Jinan recalled that he had lifted Li Yuanyang up and thrown him dozens of meters away, and pursed his lips:

"Keep your head down"

Li Huaijin lowered his eyes and leaned his cheek against her chest. She wiped the blood off his forehead and loosened his black hair. His hair was smooth and dark black. Mu Jinan cleaned the blood from the wound on his head and applied ointment.

He wrapped his arms around her waist. In such cold weather, the girl could feel his warm body and couldn't help but get closer to him.

He raised his eyes to stare at her neck, which was flawless and white, and slowly moved his eyes upwards:

"I want to kiss"

The boy's voice seemed to have a kind of magic that bewitched her. Mu Jinan leaned back, covered his mouth with one hand, and supported herself on the ground with the other hand. She took a step back and the boy took a step forward.

She heard something fall to the ground. It was her hand that accidentally touched it. She casually picked up the wine jug, which was wrapped in silk cloth. It was a gift from Li Yuanyang.

The girl pulled gently and the silk cloth fell off. The side she saw was a smooth pot with two mandarin duck patterns on it.

When he saw this side, the boy's cheeks immediately turned red, and a blazing fire ignited in his eyes. He stared at the drawing motionlessly, with his thighs on his shoulders. This posture...

Just as Mu Jinan was about to look at the other side, Li Huaijin snatched it away and hid it behind him. She was stunned:

"They are just two mandarin ducks, why are you blushing so much?"

The young man hesitated and hastily looked away, muttering in his heart: "She is too young, bear with it, Li Huaijin, you are a gentleman"

Touching her face, his Adam's apple kept sliding: "There is a pornographic picture painted on the pot, you can't look at it"

The girl's clear eyes flashed, her cheeks puffed up, her thumb almost pinching her index finger, her voice as soft as the sound of snow, she said awkwardly:

"Ah, then I won't watch it anymore, I won't watch it anymore."

Li Huaijin wrapped up the wine jug and threw it far away. Mu Jinan cursed: "This Li Yuanyang is really vulgar, giving me such a thing!"

The young man's deep voice brushed past her ears: "Madam, it's time to get down to business."

The girl grabbed his black hair randomly and tied it into a high ponytail, with the rest of his black hair hanging down behind him. The boy looked so handsome and elegant that she couldn't help rubbing his cheek.

The two stood side by side, smiling: "Go kill someone"

Snow and the moon sank into the sky and earth. The wind howled in the dark night. A tall figure appeared in the eyes of dozens of warriors.

The young boy is a snow fox, the god appears in the world, and the girl is dressed in a black dress with golden threads and evil eyes.

It was like the pressure of a collapsed mountain and the rolling waves of a tsunami, violently attacking dozens of sturdy warriors, engulfing and crushing their flesh and bones. A strong smell of blood wafted into the nose, and blood splashed on the corners of the girl's lips, but the scent of rouge covered up the smell of blood.

Mu Jinan held in his hand a peach-dragon sword that looked like a blossoming human bone. The sword energy was chilling and murderous. As he raised his eyes, the youthful spirit gathered like a mountain and sea, and his powerful inner strength enveloped the girl's body.

As the palm was thrown, the warrior fell to his knees, crawling on the ground, without saying a word or making a move.

It was as if the King of Hell had pointed out the names of the people and sent them straight to purgatory.

The black blood spread from the nostrils and mouth corners, and the veins of the neck like falling snow, as white as jade, invading and devouring the remaining blood of the demons, cleansing their souls.

The snowflakes once again carried the bone-eating powder, staining her clothes and slowly flowing into her hair. In an instant, the snowy night was silent. The corpses of the ten warriors who had violated the pregnant slaves turned into wind and wandered the world, never to be reincarnated.

Li Huaijin wiped the blood from the corner of the girl's lips and covered her soft lips with his thin lips. She could clearly feel the strong pulse beating on the boy's lips and the boy's burning muttering:

"Kill again"

The girl stood on tiptoe, and hooked her cold fingers around the boy's neck, causing pain in the boy's lips:

"Don't"

He pinched Mu Jinan's chin and said, "Biting again."

The girl pinched his chest and said, "Kiss again, are you annoying?"

Li Huaijin is still not satisfied: "I haven't kissed recently"

The man standing not far away had a red jade pendant tied around his waist. He blushed, covered his face and peeked: "..My blood is boiling"

The young boy and the girl, the gods save the world, soothe the sorrow and resolve the grievances, and their figures disappear in the snowy night.

The snow was raging and the wind was blowing hard. The cold wind pierced through the cattle bones. The cattle and sheep hid in the sheds. In the distance, there was a faint green light. The wolves stared at their prey, pressing forward step by step. The snow fluttered on the sword blades. A touch of cold light was reflected in the green light, and the wolves retreated.

Two or three hundred men in black surrounded dozens of warriors. Among the warriors stood a man with a short-handled dagger with a golden dragon sheath tied around his waist. He looked majestic and powerful, with thick eyebrows and cold eyes, and was fighting.

There were screams, horses neighing, wolves howling, and the sky and the earth were shaking.

The warrior went into battle shirtless, sweating profusely, with his bones and tendons bitten off visible. The falling snow covered his body, and the blood turned into a long river flowing with the snow. The warrior gradually became exhausted and fell to the ground and died.

Li Huaijin was dressed in a deep blue cloak, looking noble and aloof. The wind blew his high ponytail, casting soft light on his body, which was as straight as a pine tree.

The pair of bewitching eyes under the snow fox mask stared at the girl, his large, warm hands stroked her black hair, and he smiled evilly:

"Ma'am, stand still."

Mu Jinan drew his sword and leaped into the air. Blood and snow filled the quiet night. People died when the sword struck. Two hundred men in black surrounded Li Huaijin and Mu Jinan.

The boy's eyes were like a deep pool, coldly looking at the person who was seeking death. His hand touched the girl's waist, a little distracted:

"Ma'am, your waist is so thin and soft"

Mu Jinan really wanted to beat him up, and said gloomily: "Hurry up!"

In an instant, the young man stood on the Qian position with his right foot, and the force of the dragon bone of his palm was like lightning that broke the silence of the night. The girl felt the powerful and surging power, and her palm moved diagonally down, like a dragon fighting in the blue sky, swallowing up mountains and rivers.

The man in black was knocked dozens of meters away and scattered. The warrior stabbed the man in black's neck again and stabbed into his chest.

Gu Wenxuan held a horizontal sword in his hand, the blade stained with blood. A sneer flashed across his lips, his eyes were cold and blazing, and murderous aura was pervasive under his sword. It gently brushed the necks of dozens of men in black, as gentle as water.

Take lives and return with a full load, leaving no one alive. The King of Hell will not rest tonight.

Li Huaijin placed his hand on the girl's waist, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Madam, after you have used me as your husband, you must kiss me."

Mu Jinan raised her hand and slapped him. The boy held her wrist tightly, pulled her closer, and kissed her lovingly. The girl was about to open her mouth, but he dodged her:

"Want to bite again?"

A voice came: "Have you kissed enough?"

Li Huaijin didn't hear a word and rubbed the girl's cheek: "Madam, are you still going to kill me?"

Mu Jinan's smile did not reach his eyes, and he bit his jaw lightly:

"Triple Kill"

Li Huaijin recalled the "grand words" outside the Daming Palace: "I will bite you as much as I want after I get married", but the young man couldn't wait to get married.

Young boys and girls came walking on the snow, with no plans left out. Flowers were blooming all over the ground, the border was stable and the people were harmonious. They looked out at the smoke and rain in the south, and the plum blossoms in their arms were riper than lychees.

The north wind was biting, and the floating snow turned into blades, brushing past the figures of hundreds of people fighting on both sides in front of them. Behind them, a raging fire spread, illuminating the dark night, and thick smoke rose up, as if it was the day when the God of Fire protected the souls.

They rode white horses against the light, snowflakes fell around them, and the three young men looked so majestic and intimidating.

Mu Jinan was heroic, like a demon beast with blood-thirsty eyes. He jumped up, drew his longbow to the full, and shot ten arrows at once. The thief's mouth was full of black blood, and he was unable to speak. He stared with his eyes wide open and knelt on the snow with his head lowered.

There was a cold light in Li Huaijin's eyes. He pulled the longbow to its full length and let the arrow fly out of his hand. Facing the raging north wind, he pierced the back of the man holding the longsword. The man fell to the ground and the man standing behind him revealed his face, which was full of wrinkles and had a pointed chin and monkey cheeks.

His face was black with ash and there was only a little blood on his abdomen. He pointed the knife at Li Huaijin, and his expression twisted for a moment:

"Thank you very much"