Chapter 115 If you have any accident--

Wu Cang Juelan looked at her with admiration, and then said with a smile, "Actually, it's not much. It's just a quarter of an hour."

A quarter of an hour? Who knows what will happen in a quarter of an hour? She can kill several people in a second, a quarter of an hour, enough for them to die many times. The hanging basket was originally woven with rattan. The shaking at this moment made the basket make a "squeak" sound, as if it was overwhelmed and was about to disintegrate.

The clothes and hair of the two were blown as if they were about to separate themselves. A fierce wind came. The red sandalwood's hand holding the guardrail directly broke the small cane. The whole person was blown back, and half of his body had leaned out of the hanging basket.

"Amu!" Wu Cang Juelan's feet flashed, and he took her whole waist with one hand and brought her into the blue.

How's it going? Are you all right?" Musashi Juelan looked at the indefensible face in front of him and looked up and down.

The red sandalwood rubbed his painful nose, looked at him and said, "It's okay."

He lowered his head and buried his head on her shoulder. She was about to move, but she heard him whisper, "Do you know that your life is on the line?" We are also people who have experienced life and death together, right? If you just fell down, it fell in front of my eyes..."

He didn't finish his words, but the red sandalwood stopped. No matter what his identity is, at least since they know each other, there has never been any so-called interests, symbiosis and death, suffering, and have been with each other for so long. Isn't he a stranger? Is it a friend? It seems to be lighter and heavier, which is so contradictory.

She felt that the handband around her waist was very tight and almost cut off her lazy waist. Before she protested, she heard him laugh and said, "Amu is still so thin, as thin as a malnourished child, obviously stunted."

She is malnourished, but it's not a blow, is it? At present, he didn't care about anything. He pushed him away and took a step back. He looked at him with his head held high and said, "It's obvious that a man's figure is more enchanting than a woman. You don't think it's very..."

"What is it?" The corners of his mouth smiled, his eyes were evil, and his temperament slowly changed. His snow-white cheeks in his blood were more beautiful, even more than peach blossoms. His crystal fingers slowly leaned on her cheeks.

Dangerous, somehow, this is her first reaction. He is a little abnormal today. I don't know why, or I know. Was it her words that were more enchanting than women that stimulated him? After all, is he a man, or... She almost fell down just now... No matter how you think about it, it's the former. It seems that every man is the same. You must not doubt his man's place. The hand reaching out to her cheek felt the coolness of the fingertips before it approached her, and her heart was slightly cold. She looked at him calmly and said quickly, "But I think it's strange. Why are you so hard? Last time I almost knocked off my chin on your back, this time I almost hit your nose crooked on your chest, and my arm was even harder. Your kung fu is so strange.

The crystal fingertips were less than a millimeter away from her cheeks. The afterglow of the corners of her eyes saw that the clean and transparent nails were as sharp as knives, and she was secretly relieved. It's not that she can't beat him, but that she suspects that her physical development seems to be related to her exertive strength. So if you can stop, you can avoid it.

Wu Cang Juelan's slender five fingers were clenched, and then hid his back in the long sleeves. The red light gradually dissipated. He was also an unscrupulous face and said with a full smile, "Amu, the wind has stopped."

The hanging basket under their feet is no longer shaking. At this moment, it is a clear sky, and they can clearly see the alienation of the trees under the mountain as the wind is floating on the periphery of a mountain. The clear air winded into my heart, and I only felt refreshed for a moment. Everything that had just happened seemed to have disappeared.

The red sandalwood suddenly felt comfortable in its heart. Looking at the gradually yellowing leaves, it did not feel desolate. Instead, it said, "It's going back to the root. It's good to turn into spring mud to protect flowers."

Wu Cang Juelan has never been a negative person. At this moment, his eyes flashed and pointed to a place and said, "Look, there is still a million-old youth there."

"It's not just young." She changed his finger slightly and said, "There are still unflowered flowers."

The two of them were excited. The air in the mountains was clear and quiet. The red sandalwood suddenly thought of something and smiled faintly. She smiled silently, but she realized who the vicissitudes were. Her eyesight was amazing. She immediately asked, "What is Amu laughing at? But you don't often laugh. It must be very interesting.

The faint curvature on her lips was hard to stop. She said, "It's just a song."

"Oh? Can Amu also make music? Qin? Xiao? Pipa?" He guessed that one knew that was not correct. He had never seen her play with an instrument. He thought she would have nothing else except drums, so he smiled and said, "You don't think of war drums in such a graceful scenery, do you?"

Red sandalwood Yaoyao said, "It was originally a Guzheng, but I can't play it, so I just learned to sing it again, which has a different meaning."

"Oh? Can Amu also sing? His expression was very unexpected, and he reluctantly said, "Then I will wrong my ears. Listen."

Facing the cool autumn wind in the mountains, she stood with her hands on her back and did not pinch. Qingyue's voice was like a mountain spring flowing in this world: "The empty mountain birds are talking, people and white clouds. The gurgling spring washes my heart, and the pool is deep.

The wind blows the mountains and forests, and the moon shines on the flowers. The world is like a dream gathering and leaving, affectionate and sad (abandoned).

Looking at a piece of darkness, I cherish the moon and send a song from afar, and it is difficult to express my lovesickness.

The wind blows the mountains and forests, and the moon shines on the flowers. The world is like a dream gathering and leaving, affectionate and sad (abandoned).

My heart is like a cloud of smoke. When I dance with long sleeves in the air, people are thousands of miles away, and my dreams are often dependent on each other, and my beauty is empty.

Nanke's dream is hard to wake up. In the empty old mountains and forests, listening to the clear spring seems to be unintentionally, reflecting my long night silence.

The corners of his lips were always smiling, not thick or light, listening to her singing. Her singing is long and long, connected with the mountains, rivers and white clouds, which is hard to give up.

After singing a song, he applauded, "Good lyrics and songs, every sentence is picturesque, and the voice is affectionate. It looks like Sanskrit, but it can't be the world. Super red dust, but a few times away from the lotus platform. Although it is sad but ethereal, although it is extraordinary and free from vulgarity, it is in love. So contradictory and so harmonious, this is the ultimate.

The corners of her lips were soft, but she returned to her original state after taking a deep breath and said lightly, "Let's go back."

Wu Cang Juelan just looked at the change and didn't say anything. He just obediently said, "Okay, let's go back."

The hot air balloon floated out of a distance along the wind and slowly began to fall. Red sandalwood looked down and saw two horses running on the grass, fighting with each other and chasing hot air balloons. The higher the hot air balloon rises, the smaller it becomes. At this moment, it feels bigger. When the height was about the same, there was a whistle in her mouth, and one of the horses immediately raised its head to look, and then led the other horse to run towards them.

After landing, the two decomposed the hot air balloons and tied them to the horse with thick ropes. Then they turned over and rushed to the city.

When the two returned to the courtyard of Leng Guyun's house, everyone was in the courtyard. Lan looked much better. Red Sandalwood still asked Hao Lianliufeng, "Sister Liufeng, does Lan have any other problems?"

Hao Lianliufeng nodded and said, "Miss Lan is safe and sound. Lin Mu can rest assured."

Seeing everyone gathered together, Wu Cang Juelan raised his eyebrows and said, "But what's so interesting? Why don't you do your own thing?"

Ge Xiyan shook his new robe and said with an interesting face, "I just came back and received a big news, which is just for everyone."

"Oh?" Red Sandalwood looked at him and said, "What big news can you have?"

Ge Xiyan, who was despised by Hongguoguo, twisted his mouth and raised his neck slightly, "Do you know Gu Meier, the first beauty of the five countries?"

Everyone nodded cooperatively: "I know." He wondered again, "What does she have to do with us?"

Ge Xiyan and Qingfu looked at each other and smiled. Qingfu said, "This is a great thing. Miss Meier actually sent someone to send a letter saying that she was willing to help us after learning about our fundraising."

"Why?" Hao Lian Liufeng's first question: "I remember that although Gu Meier traveled between the five countries, she was from Lan nationality, right? Why did you help us leave the country?

What Hao Lianliufeng can think of, and other people can naturally think of it. Red Sandalwood asked, "What conditions does she have?"

Ge Xiyan looked at her and said, "She said that since the fundraising is funded by love, she naturally helps without compensation. However, she said that she would hold a banquet in Qingyuan tonight, and I hope everyone can enjoy it.

"If she really wants to help, she will naturally go to this banquet, so that everyone can discuss the specific matters." The red sandalwood thought and said, "No matter why she reaches out to us, she has to go to know. Well, it's settled in Qingyuan tonight."

She made a final shot, and everyone naturally had no objection. Seeing this, Red Sandalwood got up and said, "Qingfu, I suddenly remembered something. Let's discuss the fundraising again."

Qingfu nodded and got up to follow her to the inner courtyard. Ge Xiyan quit: "Hey, brother, I'm also in charge of fundraising. Why didn't you call me?"

"Call you?" Red sandalwood looked back at him, pulled the corners of his mouth slightly, and said with a faint smile, "It's inconvenient."

What? Is it inconvenient? A man and a woman were in the same room and told him that it was inconvenient. Ge Xiyan, who was a little crooked, was about to catch up and see what happened, but he was almost fell to the ground by a long leg. After being knocked out of two steps by inertia, he opened his teeth and claws to stabilize his body and turned around and wondered, "Wu Lan, why do you stop me? Didn't you see those two go far away?"

Wu Cang Juelan narrowed his eyes and said lightly, "A hundred hearts, the two of them will never have problems together."

Ge Xiyan saw his completely positive expression and doubted, "Why are you so sure?"