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

The bride's room should be in Xiyuan, which is Luo Zihan's courtyard. As expected, there are red lanterns hanging high in Xiyuan, and many maids, Xi Niang, are standing at the door, apparently guarding the room.
Glancing around, it was impossible to just break in like this. He stepped back a few steps, and his back was stuck against a tree.

The tree was tall and big, and this tree could send her to the roof. Luo Liuling's body was like a cat, and she jumped up nimbly without making any sound.

The wind blew past, except for the rustling of leaves, there was no movement.

As if stepping on a skateboard, spinning in the air, the silver thread in his hand was hooked to the opposite eaves. When he tightened his hand, the silver thread suddenly stopped moving. Without any hesitation, he stepped on it with one foot. Following her movements, the three thousand black threads were like a black butterfly in the dark night. Luo Liuling's body stepped forward rapidly on the silver threads, and soon landed on the roof. [

As soon as it landed on the roof, with five fingers retracted, the silver thread flew back to the hand without a sound. The maids and Xi Niang below didn't notice anything, and they were still smiling and discussing how to reward in the future.

Luo Liuling on the roof bent over, and the silver thread fell lightly. The wooden window, which was originally closed, slowly opened with Luo Liuling's movements.

The body moved down flexibly, like a snake, hooked with silver threads, and fell down quickly.

Following her movements, the bride in the room suddenly stood up, lifted her hijab, and pulled out a soft sword from her waist.

Walking towards the outside, going out, but quickly retreating behind the curtain, holding the software tightly in his hand, his eyes are as sharp as the cold winter wind.

As soon as Luo Liuling fell to the ground and rolled on the ground, he stood behind a cabinet and listened to the sound for a few seconds. The room was very quiet, without any sound or movement.

The bride should be in the inner room. Thinking of this, Luo Liuling half-hooked her body and walked in. There were people outside the door, but she didn't know what was going on inside. The faint laughter came in, and she was shocked in this night. Countless flying birds.

This room is very large and connected. I took a quick look around and saw that there was no one. It was strange, where did the bride go.

Although he was thinking about it in his mind, he walked forward slowly, and what came into view was a red curtain. This curtain was somewhat transparent. From the outside, it seemed to wrap a person.

Yes, it was wrapping a person. Judging by her figure, she should be the bride.

Luo Liuling was about to speak, but saw the figure in the curtain with a "whoosh", stabbing with a sharp sword, roaring towards Luo Liuling.

Backing back again and again, because there was no sharp sword in his hand, Luo Liuling tilted his head and kicked a stool out.

"Zi Yi, it's me."

Luo Liuling immediately opened his mouth and said, the person on the opposite side was stunned, and looked up carefully, the woman in front of him was extremely cold, the sword in his hand was loosened, and there was a look of joy in his eyes.

"princess."

Ziyi strode forward, half kneeling on the ground, and the tone of surprise burst out from the heart.

Hearing these two words, Luo Liuling felt like a dream, and stretched out his hand to help Ziyi up. Looking at the heavy makeup on her face, her eyes were extremely happy, and her hands trembled a little.

"Princess, you really are not dead, that's great."