The Lady in the General’s Arms is a Bigshot in Mystic Arts

Just when Song Yun was about to go over and talk to Jiang Fu about family status, the door behind her shattered, and the debris flew in—

A black figure stood at the door against the light, the long sword in his hand was slightly hanging down, and the tip of the knife had a sharp murderous look.

Song Yun subconsciously rushed to Jiang Fu's side, and before her hand could touch her, she was pushed away by a domineering and powerful sword energy.

The cold and dark voice resounded together with the ringing voice of the Qilin Pei Lingling on the man's waist, like a ghost in the mountains, with an unreasonable chill, "You dare."

The sword was not sharp, and Xie Cheng was not good at using swords, but he still scratched Song Yun's arm, and the fishy and sweet smell permeated the surroundings.

In the confusion, Song Yun glanced at Xie Cheng, facing a pair of scarlet black eyes full of icy sharpness, her whole hair was bundled up.

It looked much more terrifying than the day Suzaku City broke.

It felt like Xie Cheng wasn't so murderous when Suzaku City was broken.

At that time, he was just indifferent, just staring at them expressionlessly, at best it could be regarded as a deterrent, but it was by no means like what it is now, making people feel like Yama came to ask for his life.

Song Yun fell to the side for a while, but she couldn't catch up with her.

When she stood still, Xie Cheng had already dropped the ordinary long sword whose tip was bleeding, and protected Jiang Fu.

The man was tall and tall, and his slender hands brushed Jiang Fu's eyes lightly. The eyes were still scarlet, but his voice completely softened, and he no longer had the murderous look just now.

He held Jiang Fu with one hand, and covered her eyes with the other, his voice was low and soft, and he didn't know whether he was speaking to Jiang Fu or herself, "It's okay, it's okay, Ah Don't be afraid..."

Song Yun's arm ached hotly, and she thought that luckily it wasn't Ye Yuan.

Xie Cheng is not good at swords, but good at spears.

His silver gun named Yeyuan is famous all over the world.

It was Ye Yuan who fell on him today, I'm afraid my life is gone.

Just as Song Yun was thinking wildly, several figures rushed in from outside, and the two of them held her injured.

Song Yun: "..." She died before leaving school.

She didn't say a word, and even talked about the conditions. It seems that she thought too much.

But it doesn't matter, even though she knew it was a dead end, she still came to die. Future generations should praise her love and praise her for being a lover.

Jiang Fu felt that the hands falling on her body were trembling, she raised her hand, and lightly held the hands that fell on her eyes, and raised her head to reveal her bright eyes, facing the pair of eyes that could be said With scary scarlet eyes, he said softly, "I'm fine, general, don't be afraid."

Her skin is extremely fine and fair, and she is very cute when she lifts her eyes.

Xie Cheng looked down, and after calming down, he wanted to cry.

It's all right, it's all right, she's not hurt.

But still scared, still scared.

Song Yun didn't bring anyone here, so she came here alone. What if she really brought someone else and hurt her unreasonably.

The slender and white hands clasped her head, and pressed her whole body into his arms. The movements were heavy, as if he wanted to integrate her into his own flesh and blood.

Jiang Fu could even hear his heartbeat clearly, it was pounding and forceful.

"I'm afraid." He pressed her head, paused for a while, and then said in a hoarse voice, "I'm afraid you're just like that..."