Crossing into a straw bag fifth miss: 101 tactics of the art of taming

This forest is also very strange and very quiet, and I haven't seen a single animal for a long time.look
"Ling, I shouldn't have let you come, there is danger around me at any time."

Ye Wushang looked at the beautiful woman in front of him, knowing that this place was a fire pit, she still jumped.

She clearly knew that there was danger, but she came here without hesitation, without a trace of flinching, and without a trace of regret.

"Shang, I am your woman, so I should stand by your side and bear the wind and rain with you."

Ye Wushang's eyes showed a lot of emotions when he said, "Your woman."

In this life, it is enough to have this daughter as a wife.

Luo Liuling held the bow and arrow, and was always vigilant in all directions.

She also knew who sent these people, she didn't expect Ye Feiling to be so unbearable this time, and she really became more and more courageous in this hunt.

"Whoosh."

A stream of air piercing the air kept coming towards Ye Wushang, passing by like a meteor at a super fast speed.

"Be careful."

Luo Liuling stood up from the horse, stood on the horse's back with one foot, took the arrow, flaunted it, and retracted it.

His eyes were full of sharpness, he never expected to come so fast and so ruthlessly.

As soon as he let go of his hand, the arrow shot towards the arrow that pierced through the air at an inconceivable angle.

"Boom." The arrow flew away and shot into a patch of grass, and immediately there was a slight sound.

Sure enough, there were people in the grass, Luo Liuling retracted the arrow, put the arrow on his back, and his hair danced in the air, as if a goddess had descended.

Soon, men in black kept falling from the surrounding trees, encircling the two of them in a net.

Ye Wushang's shadow had also appeared, standing around the two of them, all this was too hasty, and Ye Wushang's shadow was only a few, facing the number of men in black, they were completely irresistible.

Ye Wushang glanced at the men in black around him, Leng Guao's eyes seemed to be out of focus, the deep dark eyes were unpredictable, his black hair was scattered on his shoulders, he was so handsome that people couldn't help but secretly marvel at him. Surrounded by a dangerous atmosphere.

The whole body gave people a feeling of Shura. Under such an aura, some men in black did not dare to move forward.

And the woman next to him has almost perfect facial features, but she can't see any emotion from those eyes that seem to be freezing at a glance. Except for being too perfect, she is very indifferent. Looking at them is like looking at someone. Like a dead body.