Genius Poisonous Concubine: Fourth Miss Against Heaven

Chapter 485

The night was getting darker, Jian Yunling didn't know where she was, she could only roughly judge the direction.She secretly began to think about how she would escape after the effect of the medicine wore off, and how she would contact Fu Dongyun afterwards.

But just when her plan had begun to take shape, suddenly, a ghostly black shadow flashed past in front of her eyes, and the wind sounded slightly, as if there was nothing there.

Before she could figure out whether it was her eyesight or something really unclean in the woods, the two people beside her flew out howling without warning. At the same time, she lost her support, her legs went limp, fell down.

The expected pain did not come, a tall and handsome black shadow caught her in time, and took her into his arms.

Jian Yunling's head rested on the shadow's chest, her powerful heartbeat became the only sound she could hear, his touch was warm and real, not a ghost, but a living person.

Hei Ying's scent was long and pure, carrying a man's unique masculinity. It was so familiar, familiar and reassuring. It instantly soothed her anxiety and tension, and made her unconsciously want to lean on him and rely on him.

The mouth was gently and carefully squeezed open, a bitter pill slid down her throat, like spring rain nourishing the dry river bed, and strength was injected into the limp limbs, she tried to move her fingers, although still A little stiff, but has gradually regained consciousness.

The man hugged her horizontally, placed her against the tree, and turned around to leave.Jian Yunling grabbed his sleeve, raised her head to look at the face hidden in the darkness, unable to see the facial features clearly, and said with difficulty: "You...are...who..."

The man did not speak.

Jian Yunling insisted on asking again: "You...are...who..."

The man still didn't speak.

Jian Yunling stubbornly refused to let go, the silky material of the tentacles was almost squeezed out of the hole by her.

She kept her retaining posture like this, and when she regained her strength, she asked more firmly, "You... just... who..."

"Who am I, so important?" He opened his mouth shortly, a sigh fell into the layers of dead leaves, and his low tone added a touch of sadness.

Jian Yunling suddenly suffocated.

this voice...

The man slowly turned around, leaned down slightly, put his lips against her ear, and stroked her cheek with his warm palm, with a helpless and bitter tone: "Ling'er, I really can't do anything about you."

The incomplete crescent moon passed over the treetops, and the dim moonlight slanted down, illuminating the delicate and engraved outline of the man.

So, amidst the rustling wind, Jian Yunling finally saw the person's appearance clearly.

It's Yu Wenzheng.

And under him, a pair of straight, slender legs stood upright, supporting his tall body.

He just stood in the wind like that, with his long robe fluttering, his black hair flying, and the large moonlight behind him as a backdrop, his graceful posture was as bright as a jade mountain, and he was as clear as a god.

The two looked at each other, immersed in the clear water in each other's eyes, all the surrounding scenery became nothingness, the flowers, plants and trees turned into lightning and thunder, and the turbulent waves beat Jian Yunling's reason mercilessly.

Her body, which had recovered with great difficulty, softened again, and even this softness, even her remaining spiritual consciousness melted into an empty white light, which could not be touched or touched.

It turns out...it turns out...she's been a fool all along.

Jian Yunling wanted to laugh, she pulled her lips, but she felt a tearing pain in her heart, which made her shed tears.

(End of this chapter)