"Silly girl." Nangong Liuyun's slender jade-like hands held up her crystal-like snow-like face, and rubbed her cheeks distressedly, "Don't worry, isn't this all right?"
Although he was scolding him, his eyes were all red. Nangong Liuyun's heart was like a lemon melted into water, sour, but it made him feel extremely distressed.
"It's all your fault!" Su Luo yelled at him.
"Yes, it's all my fault, it's all my fault." Nangong Liuyun admitted his mistakes again and again with a good temper, and pressed her head into his broad chest with his generous palms.
It was not until this moment that he confirmed that his girl was still with him, and he would not lose her.
Dongfang Xuan's final attack that flew down from mid-air, although his expression was normal, his heart was not completely calm.
He was afraid that he would die.
He was afraid that he would never see his girl again.
Even, he was afraid that his fall girl would be entangled by that Yunqi again.
At that moment, all the worries, anxiety, and pain were mixed together. At that moment, it seemed that God finally manifested. At the time of life and death, let him have a flash of inspiration and comprehend the rules of heaven. Otherwise, it is really hard to say what he is doing now.
Su Luo buried himself in Nangong Liuyun's chest, listening to his steady and powerful heart beating, smelling the sunshine-like warmth on his body, and deeply indulged.
"Don't do this next time, do you hear me?" Su Luo's voice was not as aggressive as before, but he still couldn't say anything, "You don't know, my heart almost stopped under the stage."
"Yeah." Nangong Liuyun stroked her thin back and coaxed her with a smile.
At this time, the sun was just right, slanting in through the window, and the warm spring breeze was blowing in.
The two people in the carriage hugged like this and fell asleep.
One was exhausted from fighting on stage, and the other was mentally nervous from worrying off stage, so after the results came out, all of them fell into a deep sleep after feeling relaxed.
The dragon-scaled horse unknowingly slowed down and walked steadily as if wandering.
Time passed little by little, the sun was about to set, but before Nangong Liuyun and Su Luo, Bei Chenying looked at each other.
"Didn't they go out before us? Why haven't they arrived yet?" Zi Yan walked around the hall worriedly.
"Perhaps, to do their personal affairs?" Bei Chenying touched her chin, thinking in her mind.
"Put away your crazy thoughts. The third senior brother is unwell, don't you worry? There are countless enemies, don't you worry?" Zi Yan's eyes swept around the crowd.
"Don't worry." The three unscrupulous people nodded and said seriously.
"You guys are not loyal!" Zi Yan pointed at them angrily, and when she was about to express her long emotion, there was a slight neighing of horseshoes outside.
"Come on!" Zi Yan exclaimed and ran out quickly.
At this time, Nangong Liuyun had already woken up, but Su Luo was still in a deep sleep.
So, everyone saw Nangong Liuyun hugging Su Luo, walking out of the carriage with slender and thin legs.
He was steady every step of the way, as if nothing really happened.
Bei Chenying hurried up and stretched out his hand: "Boss, do you want me to come?"
Although Su Luo was slender, he still weighed 70 to 80 pounds.
Nangong Liuyun's gaze was like an ice blade, like a blade that had accumulated three thousand years of ice, and shot at Bei Chenying fiercely.