Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady Chapter 258: : Deja vu (3)

　　 Almost instantaneously, Xinglou held his breath, his eyes flicked slightly, until the breath of Monsoon Smoke entered his ears, and he recovered.

　　 Standing outside the carriage, Ling He looked nervously at the back of Xinglou.

The door of the 　　 carriage closed slowly, blocking Ling He's sight.

　　 Star Tower bent over and walked into the carriage, his footsteps were unusually gentle, he looked at the sleeping monsoon smoke, the blood-stained picture, and made him feel like walking on a knife blade with every step.

　　 "Hmm..." Monsoon Yan sleeps a little restlessly, as if she has noticed the approach of others. She opened her eyes in a daze. The loss of blood and inner alchemy made her vision blurred, and her mind was muddled...

　　 She vaguely saw a figure through her blurred vision.

　　 That shadow gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

　　"Little Liuhuo?" Monsoon Smoke subconsciously murmured.

The figure of 　　 Star Tower froze.

　　 Monsoon Smoke fell behind in the speech, closed his eyes weakly, tilted his head and leaned on the carriage, and then murmured: "You have no conscience...Smelly boy..."

After 　　, there was no more sound.

　　 Watching Monsoon Yan fall into a coma again, Xinglou's handsome face hides a forbearance and depression, his eyes seem to be covered by clouds, and he can't see the expression in his eyes.

　　 Star Tower was a little closer to Monsoon Smoke, her slender arms pulled her sleepy into her arms, a breath of monsoon smoke, mixed with the faint smell of blood, filled the nose of Star Tower, His eyes were drooping, one hand was slightly raised, and he stretched out towards Monsoon Smoke's lower abdomen... It's just... his complexion became slightly red as the distance got closer.

　　 When the warm palm fits the lower abdomen of Monsoon Smoke, through the thin layer of clothing, Xinglou can feel the warmth of her skin.

　　 The heat seemed to penetrate through the cloth, burning his palm.

　　 Xinglou’s breathing was out of pace, he looked away from Monsoon Smoke’s face, and his long eyelashes narrowed the strangeness in his eyes.

　　 Outside the carriage, Ling He's expression was very anxious. If it wasn't for the National Teacher Star Tower, I'm afraid he would have already rushed into the carriage.

　　 but now...

　　 Linghe's eyes swept over Xuanwei who was standing aside, looking at Xuanwei's cold and merciless face, he could only silently worry about it.

　　 He didn't doubt at all, if he made a step forward, Xuanwei would nail him to the ground.

　　 Time passed by one minute and one second, in Ling He's anxious expectation, the door of the carriage finally opened.

　　Ling He immediately looked up, but this look made Ling He dumbfounded...

　　 I saw Xinglou hug the sleepy monsoon smoke, and walked out of the carriage with expressionless face. The blood stains on the clothes of Monsoon smoke that had not dried completely were smudged on the pure white clothes of Xinglou, but Xinglou seemed completely unaware, and naturally got out of the carriage with monsoon smoke.

　　 Under the dim lights, people on both sides of the road saw this amazing scene. Everyone opened their eyes in disbelief and looked at the incomparably noble master of the National Normal University in their hearts. Woman with blood stains!

　　 "Guo...Guo Shi?" It took a long time for Ling He to find his voice. He really didn't understand what Xinglou was doing.

　　 Xinglou's gaze swept across Ling He, and he said faintly: "I will send her back."

　　 After all, Xinglou did not give Ling He any time to react, and directly carried the monsoon smoke onto his carriage. With the whip of Xuanwei, the carriage gradually disappeared from people’s sight. Without a trace.

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