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Chapter 150 You are in my bones!
A stream of light came head-on.

Qiao Jiahe dodged lightly, the stream of light brushed past his hair, and sank deeply into the stone bridge.

It was a black sleeve arrow, the tail of which was still trembling, and a white note was pinned to the body of the arrow.

With the light of the stars, the ink marks on the note were clearly discernible, "I'll be waiting for you at Qiao's Bank"!
Qiao Jiahe was familiar with that handwriting - it was Qiao Yuxuan's handwriting.

The probe tore off the note and shattered it with internal force. Qiao Jiahe rolled up the sleeve arrow on the wall with his sleeve, turned around and picked it up, and rushed to Qiao's bank.

The Yingchun Tower, which is full of dead bodies, flashed in his mind, and Qiao Jiahe's eyes were filled with blood.

Suddenly, a white figure appeared in the quiet backyard of Qiao's Bank.

Bang!
As the man in white fluttered his long sleeves, the black Hidden Sword pierced through the air, sinking deeply into the wooden door of the main room.

For a long time, no one responded.

"Qiao Yuxuan, I'm here!" Qiao Jiahe growled, "You want to kill me, why don't you come out!"

His voice is not loud, but in the silence of the night, it is extraordinarily shocking.

In the bedroom in the middle of the west wing, the door was silently opened a small crack.

Qiao Jiahe's lips curled into a sneer, he stretched his figure, and with his long sleeves whistling, he slapped towards the door.

"Qiao Jiahe?!"

The three words that he spit out hastily made him feel vaguely puzzled, but even more surprised.

Ears caught that voice, and Qiao Jiahe's cold face instantly turned into ecstasy.

The long sleeves melted into rolls, and he rolled the cloud behind the door into his arms, glanced at her face, and kissed her forehead affectionately.

Even through the thin mask, Yun's body and mind trembled.

"You recognize me?!" she asked softly.

"You think a mask can fool me!" Qiao Jiahe tore off the mask from her face, "Yunyun, you are in my bones, in my heart!"

He said lightly, but her heart was overwhelmed.

Looking up into his eyes, it is so gentle and tolerant, nestled in Qiao Jiahe's arms, Yun Yun's mood is rarely peaceful.

The uneasiness and tossing and turning of the night disappeared at the moment when she was embraced by him.

So what if she is discarded, at least she still has him!
Subconsciously, she slipped into his arms quietly.

"Is it cold?!" Sensing her active approach, Qiao Jiahe tightened his arms with a smile and paused on his toes. He hugged her tightly and walked out of Qiao's bank, "Go, I'll take you home!"

(End of this chapter)