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Escape...

But where can you escape? Can she escape? Even if these are negligible, Qian Yuyi... Who will help her inquire about Qian Yuyi's news?

Thousand wings, where are you?

Suddenly, I wanted to jump into that broad embrace and cry.

I miss his roughness, his thoughtfulness, his slight mint sweat, his meticulous care, his desperate rescue, every word he said to her, every kiss in her ear...

If she hadn't let him leave that night, would there be no such an inexplicable separation?

If she didn't believe the lie that night, could she spend the reunion festival with him today?

Once, she suffered many hardships, and he looked for her desperately, but now, she came to him.

If she can meet again, she must tell him the most beautiful words in the world, and tell him that she misses him...

But Qian Yuyi, where the hell are you?

Tears finally couldn't help falling.

She cried and walked like this, regardless of the strange eyes of passers-by and even malicious jokes.

The world is long and the crowd is bustling, but at this moment, she is so lonely and helpless.

Someone came towards her and seemed to accidentally hit her. She didn't care and continued to move forward.

However, suddenly, the spirit is awe-bden, and I can't help touching my waist...

Immediately turned around: "There is a thief! Catch the thief..."

With her shout, the crowd immediately dispersed to both sides, and the crowd suddenly turned into a wide road.

Luo Wener was stunned.

However, in this stunned moment, the thief left in the middle of the road suddenly accelerated and turned into a moving dot.

She hurriedly stamped her feet and chased after her.

With the light skills taught by Qianyuyi, she only felt that at the moment of starting, the hair of the crowd on both sides was brought to the front by her.

However, soon, the crowd turned into a color background, which turned into a light color, which was negligible. Only the wind blew through her ear, pulled her hair and drifted back.

Unconsciously, there seemed to be an extra object around, gradually entering the edge of sight.

I glanced at her... It turned out to be Mo Xi, who still looked romantic and unrestrained. However, he still did not forget to shake the fan and smiled at her and said, "I haven't seen you for a few days. Light skills have made progress."

I was too lazy to pay attention to him. I looked away and continued to look at the black spots in front of him.

This thief has good kung fu, but in this case, why should he steal her eight penny instead of doing a bigger business? You know, the palace is rich with gold!

"Cloud, why don't we compare and see who can catch up with the thief first? If you win, I will promise you a condition. If I win, I will..."

"Good!"

Luo Wener simply responded, exerted her strength, and ran to the thief.

Qian Yumo hooked the corners of his lips and refused to fall behind. With a little tip of his toes, he fell on Luo Wen's side, with half an extra position, and then turned his head to smile at her.

Luo Wen'er's face darkened and exerted strength...

A thousand feather ink fan shakes and rips it out, and as usual, there is half an extra position...

Reforce...

and then...

The two of you chased me, and unconsciously, the thief disappeared...

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Luo Wener stopped and was shocked to see that they had come to a stream, surrounded by bamboo trees, cool breeze and beautiful scenery. But...what about the thief?

He turned around and looked at Qian Yumo angrily, but when he saw Qian Yumo shaking his fan and looking around, he was also full of surprise: "Oh, where are you?"

The stream is gurgling, cheerful and quiet, but the fire in Luo Wen'er's heart is rising.

She stared at Qian Yumo and suddenly took a step forward...

"The prince... the prince..."

At this time, Lang Hao came with Hu Lun on his back.

As soon as Hu Lun jumped to the ground, he bent down and was out of breath, as if he was not the one who saved time and effort.

"Fain-law...boy, you are too...

As soon as he spoke, he saw Luo Wener slapped Qian Yumo on the head and shouted angrily, "Look at what you have done!"

The two people who came were stiff. Hu Lun forgot to breathe, but he took the lead in reacting and jumped up, pointing to Luo Wen'er: "Bold, how dare you beat the king..."

"Why is it my fault?" Qian Yumo touched his forehead aggrievedly and said in time to overshadow Hu Lun's anger: "Didn't you also chase and lose people? Besides, you're chasing people, not me."

"You..." Luo Wener was furious: "If it hadn't been for you, I would have chased him!"

"Not necessarily..." Qian Yumo shook his fan leisurely: "If it weren't for me, I'm afraid your loss would be more."

P out the stub from the skirt and shook it.

Luo Wen'er found that the silver ticket hidden in his chest that had been regarded as invalid was also missing.

"Qianzhuang only recognizes silver bills but not people. So, should you thank me?" Qian Yumo shook his fan: "It's just eight cents of money... That little thief is too visionless. The hairpin on your head is more than eight cents?"

No one saw Lang Hao's eyes twitching...

Lang Hao has always been a calm and self-contained person. This time, such a big move was all because his master was worried about the beauty's excessive sadness, so he entrusted him with heavy responsibility.

This move is really effective, but he has a bad life and has become a "no vision" thief.

However, his master seemed to have nothing to do with this matter and continued to be slow: "However, he wants to work for such a big person as me... Yuncai, what do you think about this account?"

"You..."

It turned out that he had long known that she had hidden money, and that she only had eight articles... It turned out that he was just teasing her!

Luo Wen'er's eyes turned red with anger. Suddenly, she rushed up, grabbed the stub and tore it to pieces: "Are you satisfied now?"

Qian Yumo shook the fan and was about to speak, but his hand was empty... The fan was also taken by her.

"Shake, shake what? It's not summer, what kind of romantic man are you pretending to be?"

The good jade fracture fan, worth a lot of money, just drew an arc, turned it over twice, and fell into the stream with a "dong".

"Luo, Luo, Luo...you, you, you..." Hu Lun was shocked and pointed to her speechless.

"What are you? Isn't it just losing money? I'll pay for it!"

walked back angrily, but seeing Qian Yumo's shadow moving with her again, he immediately turned around: "Don't follow me!"

However...

"I didn't tell you not to follow me? Why can't you get rid of it like chewing gum?

"Is it fragrant?"

Qian Yumo seemed to be puzzled. Suddenly, he took a step forward and lowered his head...

The slightly bent lips brushed her anger...

Light wind, quiet clouds, trees stop, water condensation...

"It's quite fragrant..."

Qian Yumo raised his head and bent his eyes.

Everything seems to have been made into a painting, but it has been struck by lightning, and even Lang Hao's ten-thousand-year-old iceberg expression has cracked several deep marks.

However, there was a roar that froze and froze like a hurricane...

"Mo Xi, I'll fight with you--"