Chapter 1241 (1/2)

The handsome and cold man in black led his horse to the outside of the carriage where Feng Lianyi greeted him. Feng Lianyi lifted the curtain of the carriage with one hand and said with a smile, ”thank you, your highness, how are you doing, princess?”

Zhan Ye's face was obviously not very happy. He looked at the wind and even the wings, but there were also some unnatural things, ”she is very good.”

In a hurry, Zhan Ye didn't say much. He led the way to linhuai city.

In the middle of the night, I stayed in a rich businessman's house in a town. Coincidentally, the rich businessman also received a distinguished guest who was going to visit Huaicheng today.

The guest was so pompous that the host had informed the prince and the king of BeiYao that he would not come out to see him.

Zhanye didn't care. Rich businessmen set up a banquet. After drinking a few cups with Feng Lianyi, he went back to rest.

In the middle of the night, there was a fierce storm and snow, and the windows were blowing loudly. Many branches were broken by the snow pressure outside, and from time to time, there was a clear muffled sound.

The little fox lay on the edge of the bed, half squinting and drowsy. Suddenly, a shadow fell on the window. She suddenly raised her head and looked back at the sleeping wind and wings. Then she jumped out of the bed and came to the window.

No need to open the window. She's flexible enough to go out.

For a moment, the strong wind covered her eyes. The fox closed her eyes. Suddenly, there was a muffled smile on her head. She looked up and saw the gorgeous red clothes meandering down. A little shocked, she was picked up by the fur on her neck with one hand.

”It's you little thing.” The soft voice, with a trace of charm, makes people tremble in the heart.

Fox a Zheng, raised his head, then hit a pair of charming strange red eyes, suddenly all the hair up!

It's the terrible strong man who was caught by her at the beginning! There is a powerful momentum of killing the top. It's Warcraft!

Nightmare took her to the yard and threw her in the snow. She gently stroked her white and beautiful jaw with her fingers. She held a red umbrella in one hand, and the snow could not touch his red clothes.

After staring at her for a while, Yan suddenly reached out his hand and gave her a flick on the brow.