The beauty drags the city: the beautiful man from me

The majestic and upright mountains are winding and undulating, like a giant dragon entrenched in the mountains. The mountains are filled with faint smoke, the deep wind is slowly blowing, and the ghostly smell is floating around.

A petite pink figure ran in a panic, followed by several black figures.

The petite figure looked up while running, except for the miscanthus taller than a person, there was no sign of the road in front of him.

Pulling out the miscanthus that was taller than a person in front of him, his small body jumped into the gap and ran desperately.

The sharp thorns of miscanthus left a few thin bloodstains on her pink cheeks, and her tiny arms and feet were even more scarred, with bloodstains winding down.

The original clean and bright dress was covered with mud and grass fragments, and in some places it was torn by branches and miscanthus.

The two lovely buns on the head were also torn apart, a few strands of hair were hanging down on both sides, and a few hairpins with exquisite shapes fell out of nowhere during the run.

The black shadow approached, and the cold sword glowing with cold light approached brightly behind her, and the cold air was overwhelming.

The petite figure was startled, she turned her head and saw that Han Jian was approaching her, and she quickly backed away in panic.

But behind her was a 45-degree slope. She didn't pay attention, and panicked, slipped on the soles of her feet and slid down the grass.

"what!"

The ear-piercing screams reverberated in mid-air and echoed all over the world.

A few figures suddenly flashed not far from the bottom of the hillside. They flashed out from the bushes and galloped over.

A boy about eleven or twelve years old wearing a moon-white gown tapped the bushes below with his feet, and his slender body suddenly rose up.

Catching the tumbling petite body in mid-air.

Several other black figures also jumped up suddenly, volleying in the air to block the black figure that leaped down from above, and the two groups of people fought in the air.

The boy hugged his petite body and spun a few beautiful circles in mid-air, then lost some momentum and slowly floated down to the ground.

The swords and swords were clanging non-stop, and the petite body was clinging tightly to the young man like a koala, refusing to let go, and wrapping his hands around his neck naturally.

She blinked her big shiny black eyes and looked at the boy who was holding her in front of her.

Except for a slightly terrified expression on her face, she no longer saw the slightest expression of panic.