A bitter breath came overwhelmingly, and Qiao Luo took action reflexively.

Fist, fast and fierce.

"roll."

The hoarse sound is a little colder than the cold wind in the cold twelfth month of winter.

Long Beijue avoided her fist and grabbed her arm, "Qiao Luo."

The familiar tone fell into her ears, and Qiao Luo suddenly raised her head, and the man's exquisite appearance came into her sight.

Long Beijue.

The fist couldn't help but relieve her strength. She came to her senses and remembered her current embarrassing appearance. Amber's eyes were filled with ice.

She shook his hand away and dragged her heavy body to swim towards the lake.

Long Beijue looked at her back, and a faint smell of blood rushed into his nose, and he frowned.

She was injured?

Qiao Luo grabbed the weeds by the lake with one hand and climbed up with the force.

Before she could stand firm, she held the trees beside her and staggered to escape.

Before she could take two steps, the person chasing her behind her grabbed her shoulder.

"Qiao Luo."

Qiao Luo gritted his teeth when he was pressed to the wound by accident.

She turned around, waved his hand, and as soon as she opened her voice, she was hoarse and unreasonable, "Stay away from me."

Long Beijue looked down and touched the blood on his hand, slightly surprised.
Chapter completed!