Of course, this is much more exciting for them than swinging.
The desperate kind.
If the vines were broken, then the two of them would almost be here, and there would still be no bones left!
***
Just a little bit.
It was almost as if the two of them were going to fall.
Anyway, it's safe for the time being.
Fu Yue exhaled deeply, she leaned against the wall as if she was exhausted, closed her eyes, and took a short rest.
Because of closing his eyes, Fu Yue's hearing became sharper.
She could instantly feel someone approaching her.
Lifting his eyelids and taking a look, there is no doubt that it is Yan Jun's sick child.
Fu Yue closed her eyes again, she didn't really want to pay attention to Yan Jun now, because today's thrilling assassination was all thanks to him, Fu Yue now has a good face for him, it's a ghost.
Then she felt—
A hand gently lifted her chin, the fingertips felt warm and soft to the touch.
Fu Yue opened her eyes, and saw Yan Jun half-kneeling in front of her, leaning over, holding her chin with her slender fingers, and holding a clean white handkerchief with the other hand, wiping her cheek carefully .
"..."
As soon as she raised her hand, she heard Yan Jun's soft reprimand.
"Don't move, your face is scratched."
That's right, I didn't notice just now, Fu Yue's face was cut with a small cut, about half an inch. Her skin was as flawless as jade, with a bloodstain added, which inevitably looked a little glaring.
Fu Yue frowned: "It's okay, it's just a small injury. Don't take this injury to heart."
Yan Jun: "Now we don't have herbs, what if the wound festers and festers?"
"It will be disfiguring."
"..."
Fu Yue froze in place, and Yan Jun accurately grasped her weakness.
Disfigurement, that is absolutely unimaginable.
If Fu Yue were allowed to live with a disfigured face for the rest of her life, she might choose to leave this plane directly.
This is the last dignity of being a dog.
However, just such a scratch slightly longer than the nail cover can be disfigured
Are you kidding me?
Fu Yue looked at Yan Jun suspiciously. Although she was not angry, she still obediently did not move, allowing Yan Jun to play tricks on her face.
Seeing her so obedient, Yan Jun smiled across her black eyes.
"Today, I am very grateful to the princess. The princess will surely repay her life-saving grace in the future."
Fu Yue raised her eyes to look at him, and said in a lazy voice, "No need, as long as the prince doesn't make trouble when I am down in the future, Xihe will be very grateful."
Yan Jun: "..."
He seemed a little sad, staring at Fu Yue with a pair of clear black eyes, sighing and mocking himself, "Didn't expect that in the heart of the princess, I would be such a person. It really makes people sad..."
He changed his voice.
"But why did the princess say that? The princess is my wife, so how can she be down and out in the future? As long as I am here, I will protect the princess' prosperity and wealth. The princess is really worried."
Fu Yue said lazily with her eyes closed.
"It's just a couple in name, why should the crown prince take it to heart. In the future, once we sign with Li Shu, we will have nothing to do with each other."
Fu Yue's voice fell.
Yan Jun's fingers trembled, and she couldn't help but feel a little heavier.
Fu Yue groaned in pain: "Hiss."
Yan Jun drooped her beautiful and curled eyelashes, and said, "I'm sorry, I hurt the princess. But...does the princess want to leave me?"
he asks.