The little Jiaojiao in the general's arms is a master of metaphysics

Chapter 210 Ah Fu, don’t be afraid

Just when Song Yun was about to go over and talk to Jiang Fu about family status, the door behind her shattered, and the debris flew in——

A black figure stood at the door against the light. The long sword in his hand was slightly hanging, and the tip of the sword was filled with sharp murderous intent.

Song Yun subconsciously rushed towards Jiang Fu, but before her hand even touched her, she was pushed away by a domineering and powerful sword energy.

The cold and dark voice resounded together with the ringing voice of the Qilin Pei Lingling on the man's waist, like a ghost in the mountains, with an unreasonable chill, "You dare."

The sword was not sharp, and Xie Cheng was not good at using swords, but it still scratched Song Yun's arm, and a fishy-sweet smell filled the surrounding area.

In the confusion, Song Yun glanced at Xie Cheng, and met a pair of scarlet black eyes full of cold and sharp energy. Her whole body was tied up with cold hair.

It looked much more terrifying than the day Suzaku City broke.

It felt like Xie Cheng was not so murderous when Suzaku City was destroyed.

At that time, he was just indifferent, just looking at them expressionlessly. It could be considered a deterrent at best, but it was definitely not like now, making people feel like Yama was coming to claim his life.

Song Yun fell to the side for a while, but she couldn't catch up with her.

By the time she stood still, Xie Cheng had already thrown away the ordinary long sword with blood dripping from the tip and protected Jiang Fu.

The man was tall and tall, and his slender hands brushed Jiang Fu's eyes. His eyes were still scarlet, but his voice had completely softened, and he no longer looked as murderous as before.

He held Jiang Fu with one hand and covered her eyes with the other. His voice was low and soft. He didn't know whether he said it to Jiang Fu or to herself, "It's okay, it's okay, Ah." Don't be afraid..."

Song Yun's arm ached hotly, and she thought that luckily it wasn't Ye Yuan.

Xie Cheng is not good at swords, but good at spears.

His silver gun named Yeyuan is famous all over the world.

It was Ye Yuan who fell on him today, I'm afraid my life is gone.

Just as Song Yun was thinking wildly, several figures rushed in from outside, and the two of them held her injured.

Song Yun: "..." He died before leaving the army.

She didn't even say a word, but she still talked about terms. It seemed that she had too good ideas.

But it doesn't matter, even though she knew it was a dead end, she still came to die. Future generations should praise her love and praise her for being a lover.

Jiang Fu felt that the hands falling on her body were trembling, she raised her hand, and lightly grabbed the hands that fell on her eyes, and raised her head to reveal her bright eyes, facing the pair of eyes that could be said. With scary scarlet eyes, he said softly, "I'm fine, general, don't be afraid."

Her skin is extremely fine and white, and she is extremely well-behaved when she raises her eyes.

Xie Cheng looked down, and after calming down, he wanted to cry.

It was okay, it was indeed okay, she was not injured.

But I'm still afraid, I'm still scared.

Song Yun didn't bring anyone here, so she came here alone. What if she really brought someone else and hurt her unreasonably.

His slender white hands clasped her head and held her whole body in his arms. His movements were very heavy, as if he wanted to integrate her into his own flesh and blood.

Jiang Fu could even hear his heartbeat clearly, sonorous and powerful.

"I'm scared." He pressed her head and paused for a while before whispering in a hoarse voice, "I'm scared that you are just like this..."

(End of this chapter)