Husband, I'm from the 21st Century Sequel

Chapter 260 Goodbye Gu Mofeng

When they came out this time, a few of them didn’t bring maids, and they had to take care of all the big and small things, Ling Xiao fell ill, and Ling Fu and Ling Lian were beautiful noble girls who had never seen the world, so they didn’t know much about these things. .Therefore, everything has to be dyed and painted.

Dye Hua booked four upper rooms, and told Ling Fu and Ling Lian to stay in the room well, not to go out to wander around, and sent Ling Xiao back to his room, and saw Ling Xiao drink the medicine before returning to his room .Her room is right next to Ling Xiao, and Ling Xiao is sick now, if someone attacked at night, it would definitely be of no benefit to him based on his current condition.

Exiting from Ling Xiao's room, Ran Hua did not return to her own room, but walked slowly to the guest room at the end of the corridor, stood at the door with a little hesitation, raised her hand and knocked on the door, knocked for a long time, but no one answered.Ran Hua frowned and thought, did Hua Ye go out?

Thinking of coming back to him later, he walked back to his room, took off his shoes and went to bed, borrowed a miscellaneous book from Xiaoer to pass the time, flipped through it for a long time without reading a word, Ran Hua raised his hand and gently rubbed his temples, Recently, I always have some strange dreams, which lead to serious lack of sleep. I want to close my eyes and sleep for a while, but I can't fall asleep. This is the biggest trouble for Dyehua.

At this moment, there was a faint noise outside the door. Ran Hua got up and lay down, and closed the window lightly. She was about to turn around and continue, but the door was pushed open, and Ling Lian stepped in quickly, with a look of worry in her eyes: " Third Sister, it’s not good, Sister Fu is arguing with someone else.”

Hearing Yan Ranhua, she only felt that her head was big, and she knew that the girl would cause trouble, so she let them go back to the room to rest. No, in the blink of an eye, the girl caused trouble for herself.

"Go and have a look."

When Ran Hua and Ling Lian rushed to the lobby, they saw everyone rushing out of the inn with their faces full of excitement.

My heart sank, could it be that the two have matched each other.Thinking so, Ran Hua walked out of the inn quickly, stood in the crowd, and looked at the two people fighting together in mid-air, one of them was Ling Fu, and the man with his back to the crowd couldn't see his face clearly, but the figure , but it gives dyeing and painting a particularly familiar feeling.

While thinking about it, the two in mid-air had already fought dozens of rounds.Even though Ling Fu was very skilled, she seemed a little bit outstretched when she met the man.

Ranhua just watched the two people fighting in the air quietly, and didn't intend to intervene. It was obvious that Ling Fu was not that person's opponent at all, and that person didn't hit Ling Fu hard, so she didn't have to worry.Ling Fu is a girl, she will only settle down if she has to suffer a little.

At this moment in the air, Ling Fu turned back, and took advantage of the momentum to slash her right foot towards the man's chest quickly and hatefully. Seeing that Ling Fu's kick with fierce murderous intent was about to kick the man's chest, she saw the man's chest. He stretched out his hand calmly, and with a wave of his arm, his fingers clasped Ling Fu's ankle. It seemed to be a light grasp, but no matter how Ling Fu moved, he couldn't break free.

Looking at the handsome and lifeless black-clothed man in front of her, Ling Fu was annoyed and ashamed, and angrily shouted: "You scumbag, let go."

The man's eagle eyes flashed a touch of coldness, and with a wave of his arm, he threw the woman to the crowd below.Watching Ling Fu screaming and falling down with cold eyes, a layer of frost condensed on her handsome face.

Seeing the orange figure falling from the sky, Ranhua frowned slightly, waved his wide sleeves lightly, and a white silk flew out from the sleeves, wrapped around Ling Fu's waist, and slowly lowered to the ground with Ling Fu supported.

The man standing in the void suddenly caught a glimpse of the all-too-familiar plain-colored figure in the crowd, his cold eyes suddenly lit up, his figure moved slightly, and the figure suddenly swooped down like a goshawk preying on it. The figure has landed a few meters away from the dyeing painting.

(End of this chapter)