"Qingcheng, it's okay. I'm here!"
He completely ignored the solemn, fearful, or doubtful eyes of the people around him. Zhuo Fan just looked deeply at Yuren's trembling body and felt no pain in his heart. He gently held her shoulder, took her into his arms, and comforted her softly as if no one was around him.
Strangely, at the moment of leaning into Zhuo Fan's arms, Chu Qingcheng's trembling body stopped slightly unconsciously, as if the ship had entered the windshaf, so calm and peaceful.
At this moment, Zhuo Fan is her safe haven. Although her mind has not recovered, she can feel that as long as Zhuo Fan is by her side, she is not afraid of the sea of swords and fire.
His face couldn't help shaking slightly. Baili Jingtian narrowed his eyes. Looking at Zhuo Fan's arrogant appearance, he was secretly angry.
Yes, in the eyes of Baili Jingtian, the current Zhuo Fan is arrogant and domineering, and he is the kind of arrogant appearance.
After all, they are generally arrogant and domineering. At most, they look at people with their nostrils, like upstrups. Such a person can still bear it with the cultivation of His Highness the Crown Prince.
But Zhuo Fan is different. He ignores, ignores nakedly. If there is no one around to show their love, they will be dead! This is the real arrogance and domineering, not looking at them at all.
At the beginning, Zhuo Fan claimed that he could not remember his name at all. It was a naked provocation, which made him a little angry. At this time, Zhuo Fan's contempt and neglect made him extremely angry.
Because although provocation makes people angry, on the other hand, it also shows the importance of it. If people don't value you, how can they provoke you?
But now, seeing Zhuo Fan's actions, in the midst of thousands of troops, singing on all sides, but only the eyes of a lover in his eyes, Baili Jingtian really understood.
It turned out that this girl was not a simple provocation just now, but really didn't look at him and ignored him!
You know, he is the first sword star prince in the five states, Baili Jingtian, who is not treated as a key figure. But why don't you even look at me when you come to me?
Therefore, although the crown prince is not a small public act, he is also a child of the royal family. The pride of the sword star is inevitable that he will also be sick of the public feat. I can't stand being ignored like this!
However, although he was furious, he was not hot-headed and angry indiscriminately. Anyway, just now Zhuo Fan suddenly disappeared and suddenly appeared beside Bai Lijinggang, killing him in an instant to save his lover, which is really strange. If you don't figure out the mystery of this and make a random move, you may really overturn the boat in the gutter.
Because of Zhuo Fan's strong strength, he has already felt this deep threat, and he can't help but deal with it cautiously. How can he be a general generation who can kill the second prince, who is second only to himself?
The cold rain sword king came back to report to the ancestors. This kid only has the strength to melt the soul. It's really harmful!
But at least, it's not too much to lose a second man and exchange for a strange means of him. At least he is still here. If it's because of this, if there is a single case, it will be the real loss, hum!
There was a burst of complaint in his heart. Baili Jingtian thought a little, but secretly winked at the other eight princes.
Fully understanding the boss's meaning, the eight people nodded together, and then looked at Zhuo Fan solemnly. Then they looked at each other, but with a sound, there was a violent sound almost at the same time. The eight people had rushed to Zhuo Fan together, and then wrapped him in eight directions, with sharp thunder flashing in their hands. The sword beam stabbed Zhuo Fan fiercely.
At this time, Zhuo Fan had no way to retreat, so he could only take the trick of eight people. However, eight people came together, and their stomachs and backs were defeated by the enemy, and it was difficult for them to beat the four hands with both fists. He can block one or two people, but he can't block seven or eight people. There is always someone who will sneak attack and succeed.
At this time, the best solution is to escape from the battlefield, and the way to escape can no longer be easily moved, but to move away instantly as he did before.
However, all this is under the surveillance of Baili Jingtian in the air. As long as he sees this trick and finds its loopholes, he can immediately kill Zhuo Fan.
Therefore, no matter whether Zhuo Fan moves or not, Baili Jingtian can get something!
The corners of his mouth crossed a treacherous arc, and the sword finger in Baili Jingtian's hand moved slightly, and the strong sword light was already formed at his fingertips. Just wait for Zhuo Fan to act, the moment he appears again, let him die without a place to be buried!
However, in the face of the carefully designed plan of Baili Jingtian and the surging wolf around him, Zhuo Fan gently hugged Chu Qingcheng's shoulder and comforted him carefully. His face was as calm as a lake, as if he had not noticed it at all.
Ignoring, still naked ignoring!
However, he ignored all the crises here very dashingly. When Ouyang Changqing saw it, he was sweating and roared. After all, Zhuo Fan is now his only savior.
"Dude, Brother Zhuo, Uncle Zhuo, those evil tigers of the Baili family have been killed. Please get out of the way!"
Ignoring it, Zhuo Fan just gently supported Chu Qingcheng's soft waist, muttering a little song, like coaxing a child, calming her heart.
咻咻咻...
The sound of breaking the air is getting closer and closer, and the eight masters have come within five meters of his body in an instant.
"Grandpa Zhuo, you can't think of something. Now is not the time to talk about love. If you want to make love with your sister-in-law, let's talk about it when it's solved, okay?"
Ouyang Changqing looked at all this and was so anxious that he almost cried and shouted.
However, Zhuo Fan still looked indifferent. He took Chu Qingcheng's jade hand and swayed gently there, with an arbitrary smile on the corners of his mouth, humming a gentle melody like a lullaby.
Seeing this, Ye Lin and others were not worried about Zhuo Fan's safety, but sighed together: "Brother Zhuo is such an iron man. Now in front of Qingcheng's sister, a cold heart has also been melted. It's hard to imagine that Brother Zhuo would hum such a gentle melody in order to soothe the frightened heart of the sister of Qingcheng. It's really rare!"
"It's rare. Is it time to coax girls now?"
Ouyang Changqing couldn't help but curse with hatred. Ouyang Changqing looked at Zhuo Fan, who was getting closer and closer. Unconsciously, the corners of his mouth dis mouth drupted, and tears were about to gushed out: "Now I know why you say that he is sometimes fooled. Now at such a critical moment, he actually went to coax his wife? Even if his wife is frightened, can't she coax him after solving all these people? Doesn't he know that if he dies, our last hope will be gone, and we will have to die with him. Especially I, I also want to coax my wife. It's just a chance. He can't deprive me of this opportunity!"
With that, Ouyang Changqing looked at Murongxue beside him with a resentful face.
His cheeks turned red unconsciously. Murongxue immediately turned his head, looked at Zhuo Fan, and said coldly, "If that's the case, I'd rather we die together today!"
The corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching. Ouyang Changqing looked at her speechlessly and sighed helplessly.
Alas, Xuemei, would you rather die than be engaged to me? Why...
Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch!
At this time, the eight figures had instantly approached Zhuo Fan within a meter, but Zhuo Fan still didn't mind holding Chu Qingcheng at all and had no intention of doing it.
His eyebrows trembled unconsciously, and Baili Jingtian in the air couldn't help but look strange.
This guy is still not moving. Is it really impossible to take over and attack with eight people? But he may not care alone, but he still has a stupid woman in his arms. Any master, once a hostage is dragged down, the combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.
Does he really think that even if there is a drag around him, he can take over these eight people at the same time? How can this be possible? He can't do it alone. Can he...
His pupils trembled fiercely. Baili Jingtian looked in disbelief, but he still stared at him and carefully examined his behavior. And when the other seriously injured people saw it, they also stared at all this and were worried.
At this moment, Zhuo Fan died, they died, Zhuo Fan gave birth, they gave birth. All their hopes are on Zhuo Fan.
Wow!
Finally, a black shadow flashed, accompanied by a fast-ped sword finger, a familiar figure that everyone, suddenly appeared in front of Zhuo Fan, and a strong sword hit Zhuo Fan's waist.
"It's the third prince!" In shock, Murong Xue shouted loudly, and his face quickly became solemn: "His strength is only inferior to that of the prince and the second prince, but it should not be underestimated!"
"That's right, he stopped me just now!" When Ouyang Changqing saw it, he couldn't help shouting, "If he does it alone, Brother Zhuo may be able to cope with it, but now..."
Brush brush brush...
At the same time, the remaining seven swords also came to Zhuo Fan's side one after another and shot at him fiercely. This must be true. Even if it is Zhuo Fan, he will be seriously injured if he doesn't die.
Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help but tighten their hearts. They clenched their fists and sweated in their palms.
There is no room for maneuver. If Zhuo Fan doesn't act, he can no longer act. Because he... is already a dead man!
Squeak!
As if aware of the current critical situation, Zhuo Fan shook Chu Qingcheng's body and finally stopped. His calm face gradually became gloomy.
Humph, I just want to do it now. It's too late!
With a grin, the third prince's sword finger, without stagnation, suddenly came to Zhuo Fan's waist, and only one millimeter away, he could pierce his body at any time.
It seemed that he had felt the call of the goddess of victory, and the corners of the third prince's slightly grinned mouth became bigger and bigger, almost laughing wildly.
This time, the head of this boy is Lao Tzu; the first achievement in front of this old ancestor is also Lao Tzu, hahaha...
Whh!
However, at this moment, for no reason, a cold wind blew by. The third prince somehow hit a swing, inexplicably.
What's going on? Where did such a strong murderous spirit come from?
There was a doubt in his heart. The third prince looked at the cold place, but he was just facing Zhuo Fan's cold eyes as if looking at the dead. Unconsciously, his heart trembled and he became timid.
The sword finger was only one step away, but the third prince was like a mouse seeing a cat, and he was so horred that he didn't dare to move at all. Zhuo Fan's indifferent eyes seemed to have a natural pressure, like the sickle of death on his neck, which made him dare not resist at all.
He stared at him coldly, but he didn't care about the swordsmanship of the other seven people who attacked him at all. Zhuo Fan's eyes were only dead silence, and he couldn't even see their shadows at all. He just said unusually indifferently, "Garbish, who let you come here in Qingcheng? Look for death!"
As soon as the words fell, there was a loud noise. Before everyone could react, within a thousand meters around Zhuo Fan, it suddenly shook violently. The black thunderstorm swept everything inside like a storm, including the eight people who had just come to him, and they were swallowed up as if they had encountered a huge wave. Go, there will be no sound in an instant!
"The fourth weight of the sky is bright and bright, and the thunder is and the sky is shaking!"
Four golden haloes flashed in the right eye, and the black thunder in the left eye was raging crazily. Zhuo Fan was in the middle of the thunder roar, but gently hugged Chu Qingcheng, still swaying slightly and humming a soothing melody, but his face was indifferent and murderous.
He Zhuo Fan is only a gentle man in front of Chu Qingcheng, but for others, he is a real devil. Who dares to approach him, only the fate of being swallowed up by him, without exception...