Quick Travel: When a delicate beauty becomes cannon fodder

Chapter 378 Peasant Girl (31)

His body seemed to be stuck in a swamp, every inch of his skin was covered in mud, and he was so stuffy that he couldn't breathe. A huge suction came from under the swamp, dragging him down crazily.

Ye Hanchuan seemed to be lying on the bed unconsciously, his gentle breathing became more and more rapid, a trace of struggle appeared on his face, his eyelids trembled a few times, and then suddenly opened.

As his eyes focused, memories from before coma appeared in his mind. His limbs were limp and limp after lying there for a long time.As his body's functions slowly recovered, he sat up and the thin quilt on his body slid off, revealing dark scabbed scars crisscrossing his upper body.

The quilt was piled up between the abdomen, revealing a small piece of thin abdominal muscles with deep grooves.

In an unfamiliar environment, he scanned the room and noticed the silver needle stuck in his arm, but did not touch it without permission.He could still taste the faint sweet taste of blood in his mouth. Ye Hanchuan grabbed the sword on the inside of the bed with his left hand, lifted the quilt and stood up.

Because of the silver needle, he didn't wear any clothes. He only wore a pair of white trousers, revealing his thin waistline.The mermaid lines on both sides sink into the pants.

Ye Hanchuan grabbed the sword and walked out, his movements still a little sluggish.

The sound of the broken porcelain was very sudden, and the splashed fragments scratched the delicate flesh of her calf, but she seemed to feel no pain at all.

Ruan Ruan's reaction was so great that Shen Chuyao's attention fell on her and she frowned unhappy, "What are you doing?"

No one cared what she said.

Pei Yan's peripheral vision was already on Ruan Ruan, so he naturally raised his eyes to look at her, took a step forward, and stretched out his hand——

Ruan Ruan squatted down suddenly, closed his eyes and put his hands in front of his face, his throat seemed to be strangled, and his whole body was trembling.

Ye Hanchuan told her this name, Pei Yan, the third prince, was also... the one who was chasing them.

In a trance, she returned to the scene of swords and swords that day. Her breath was filled with the strong and pungent smell of blood. The blade that cut off her hair seemed to have cut into the fragile back of her neck, cold and sharp.

Pei Yan did not touch her. He squatted down and was about to pick up the broken porcelain pieces. His big muscular hands paused before touching them. He raised his eyelids and looked at Ruan Ruan, then changed his direction and reached towards her - —

"You seem to be afraid of me."

The tone was unclear, and the words seemed to be spoken, but they were clearly definite.

Ruan Ruan opened her eyes and saw the hand reaching towards her. She backed away in panic, sat down on the ground and leaned back.

Pei Yan came closer, and poked a dimple on the baby bump on her cheek with his finger. When he lowered his eyes, he met hers, and all the uncontrollable excitement in his eyes fell into her eyes.

The bony hands trembled slightly with excitement, and his canine teeth were slightly exposed when he smiled, "Do you know me?"

Ruan Ruan's pupils shrank suddenly, his throat was extremely dry, and it was difficult to make a sound for a while.

too obvious.

The sweet fragrance kept wafting from her body at close range, reminding him of the broken hairband stained with blood and dust. Even if it was stained with those dirt, the remaining faint sweet fragrance could not dissipate.

Her frightened look also made people want to tear her apart. Regardless of her fear and begging for mercy, he suppressed her and slowly hoarded it piece by piece.

If the pure and gentle face is stained with flushes and tears——

The door of a room suddenly opened. Ye Hanchuan saw the scene in front of him, his eyes sharpened, and the sword was unsheathed. Almost at the same time as the sword light flashed, the tip of the sword was pressed against Pei Yan's neck, "Let her go."

His voice was still hoarse from being unused for a long time, and his clear brows and eyes were full of murderous intent, staring at him closely.

(End of this chapter)