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Just when Fei Shiting was getting ready for a hug, her jaw was picked up unexpectedly.

The cold temperature made her shiver.

Realizing when it was, the woman froze all over.

The young marshal bowed down condescendingly, kneeling on one knee, his military uniform was cold, and the beautiful insignia had no warmth, the sun fell on his body, and the large pear blossoms behind him were white, adding to the romance.

The long eyelashes are thick, and the eyes are narrow and attractive, but they are too cold and cruel, and they are staring at her loosely at this moment.

Slender fingers in black gloves held the gun, provoking her chin.

The movements are elegant and dignified.

Fei Shiting was really afraid that if she caught fire, she would die.

At such a critical moment, Fei Shiting actually felt her heart beat faster, but it wasn't because of fear.

At this time, she can still express her charming thoughts.

I admire myself.

"Sir... small, be careful." Fei Shiting still didn't want to die, she looked at the person in front of her weakly, trying to reach out her hand to free her chin.

"Assassinate the young marshal, do you know what the charge is?"

A voice without temperature sounded.

"??!"

you can not do that! ! ! !

"I don't!!"

Fei Shiting was in a daze.

God knows she just wanted a princess hug!

"This Rongcheng, I have the final say."

When she was interested in the undisguised evil in Shangran's white eyes, Fei Shiting understood.

This is playing with yourself.

Tolerate.

She endured.

"Sir, it's too late for me to worship you, how dare I assassinate you?" The woman was pure and innocent, with braids, wearing a light blue top and plaid skirt, and looked at Ranbai with dependent eyes.

"Little trash." The young marshal laughed in a low voice, his voice was lazy and hoarse, and the cold gun casually passed across the woman's face, watching her trembling reaction, under Fei Shiting's affectionate eyes, his thin lips parted slightly, "Next time, don't be so stupid."

Fei Shiting's mind went blank, the temperature lingering on her face was as cold as ice, the man's stern brows were high above, yet he was close at hand.

Against the cold light of March.

In the snow-white pear blossoms everywhere, wantonly cold desire.

After Ranbai left, Fei Shiting couldn't recover for a long time, she touched her face in a daze, and could still feel the residual temperature.

System: "...the target of the raid is scolding you."

Fei Shiting: "...I might be shaking m."

"?" The system didn't understand, "Who is attacking whom?"

…

"Sir, I...I like you!"

When Ranbai passed by, he happened to see that unpleasant scene.

Mr. stood there in a snow-colored long gown, and in front of him was a female student wearing a blue top and pleated skirt, dressed just like the little trash just now.

Unfortunately, even more stupid.

The girl looked extremely shy, handing out a love letter with both hands.

"Sorry." Mr. said.

The warlord stood not far away, watching the scene with great interest, the smile in his eyes disappeared, and he looked bloody and treacherous under the sun.

All of a sudden, the gentleman looked sideways, his white shirt was as elegant as a person in a dream, his eyes were as gentle as a breeze and snow, they were invisible but accurately fell in the direction of the dyed white.

Ranbai looked at him quietly, with no expression on his face, and walked over slowly two seconds later.

The girl who confessed also sensed that something was wrong, and when she saw the man in the black military uniform approaching, the blood on her face faded away.

"He has a master."

A cold, windy voice fell.

"I'm sorry..." A trace of panic flashed in the girl's eyes, she cowardly lowered her head and said in a panic, before running away in fright.

"Ah Bai." Mo Chen called softly.

"Um."

The Young Marshal's brows and eyes were rather displeased, cold and stern, his eyes fell on the young man, and he softened slightly.

"How did you remember it?"

Dyeing Bai is not salty or light: "If you don't come here again, I don't even know that Mr. is being coveted."

His eyebrows and eyes are slightly curved: "But Mr. will always be Ah Bai's.

"

No matter how gentle he treats others, there will always be a quiet alienation in it. Only when he treats her, the indifference will fade away completely, leaving only softness and delicateness in his heart.

Dyed white snorted, with lazy brows and eyes, took off the black leather glove with one hand, held his hand, and interlocked his fingers possessively: "Mr. is used to making people happy."

"From now on, I won't use vinegar in cooking for Ah Bai," he said.

Dye Bai lazily raised his eyebrows.

Mo Chen smiled: "Save the vinegar jar at home and turn it over again."

"I'm not jealous." Ranbai stared at him, and smiled, "Forget it, sir, let's do it."

At this moment, the guard stepped forward to call out for your lord, and said a word in a low voice.

Ranbai's expression was flat, unable to distinguish between emotions and anger.

"Go ahead," said Mr.

Ranbai glanced at him, hummed, raised her finger to caress Mr.'s eyebrows, paused, lowered her eyes and kissed her fingertips, and then pressed them on his lips, the temperature was cold and hot.

The movements are calm and seductive.

"Sir, wait for me to come back."

"Okay." There was still the temperature belonging to the other party on his lips, and the cold and light fragrance lingered in the air, Mo Chen said softly, "Be careful."

Ranbai put on the black gloves without haste, took one last look at Mr., agreed, and turned to leave.

The weather was a bit cloudy, with dark clouds gathered, no sunlight, and the cold wind whistling, raising the black cloak.

It's raining.

The patter of the rain gradually increased.

The car dedicated to the Commander's Mansion slowly drove to Zhao's Mansion and stopped.

The guard stood upright, opened the car door, and held an umbrella for the man.

In the mist and haze, the young warlord with silver hair and bloody eyes looked very much like the protagonist who came out of a comic book. He was so perfect that he didn't look like a real person. He walked out of the car. He was tall and leggy, tall and lonely, with black leather gloves on his hands.

The guard next to her held an umbrella for her. The umbrella was pure black. The rain rolled from the ribs and landed on the ground tick-tocking. The umbrella surface cast a large swath of dark shadows, half-hiding the man's face, only a thin and sharp jawline was faintly glimpsed.

Numerous guards broke through the door with guns and rushed into Zhao's residence!

There were endless screams.

Ran Bai squinted his eyes, looked at the plaque of the Zhao Mansion, and said calmly, "Tear it down."

The voice is lazy and pleasant, but cold-blooded to the extreme.

"yes."

Ranbai stepped into Zhao's mansion step by step, the blood in the mansion flowed into a river, blood and rain mixed together, flowing across the ground.

"My lord! My lord!! Please let me go, I won't dare again!"

Zhao Jin knelt on the ground in embarrassment, his fat face was trembling, and he was so frightened that he begged.

The sky was so gloomy that there was no light, the cold wind howled, and every time the military boots stepped on the ground, water splashed everywhere.

"Who gave you the guts to sell drugs in Rongcheng?"

The ruthless and sinister voice coming from under the umbrella made Zhao Jin's complexion pale, and he collapsed on the ground, unable to get up again.

Suddenly, a female voice sounded neither humble nor overbearing: "My lord!"

…

"Alert! Alert! There are other wild questers on the plane, and they are attacking the quest target. Please take immediate measures from the host!"

"What did you say?!" Fei Shiting was carefully applying medicine to herself, when she heard the system's words, she jumped up from the bed, and the medicine in her hand suddenly... disappeared.

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