Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

After escaping from death, Huangfuyan and Jiaoyang hugged each other excitedly.

Although Tang Xuefei and Bai Shuangshuang felt sour in their hearts, they didn't say anything. Their grudge against her was finally gone.

Anyway, which man doesn't have three wives and four concubines? As good as Mr. Huangfu is, he should have more marriages. Miss Sheng has such a good heart, it would be too heartless for them to care about her.

Anyway, they can disobey others, except Miss Sheng.

Lu Ke stood behind him, his black hair flowing lightly, looking at them silently, with no emotion in his eyes.

After waiting on the carriage, Lu Ke looked at Jiao Yang, who was leaning in Huangfu Yan's arms and silently accepting his feeding.

Stared for a long time.

He realized that he couldn't understand this little girl.

Does her heart belong to A Yan or A Jue, or does she have a simple friendship with them both? It's just because she was brutally exterminated by the Demon Sect when she was too young, and she wandered alone in the world. No one taught her the difference between men and women.

Anyway, Lu Ke would never admit that in his heart he cared about what she said when she first looked at him when she woke up.

"Ahem." Lu Ke raised his hand and coughed a few times, causing everyone in the carriage to turn their attention to him.

Those clear and moving big eyes were full of aura, making people dare not look into her eyes.

"I dare to ask Miss Sheng, was there a fourth person present when you were fighting with the two demon sect people? Do you still remember?"

As expected, Jiaoyang thought for a while, then shook her head in distress.

"It was very strange at the time. I was about to fight to the death with those two people. I planned to fight to the death and delay for a while. But just when I was about to confront them, someone seemed to attack me from behind, and I fainted. When you wake up, it will be what you see."

Lu Ke nodded and fell into deep thought.

It would be strange if an outsider could take action at will in front of others. But who is it?

In his impression, neither the good nor the evil had ever heard of such a person. He didn't know what technique he was practicing, but the pace was really weirdly tight. It was still unclear whether he was an enemy or a friend, so he couldn't help but care about it.

"I'm sorry." Jiaoyang looked at the look on his face, "I'm useless, I don't know anything, so I can't help you."

"How can I blame you, Jiaoyang," Huangfuyan said with a serious face, "You went to stop the two men from the Demon Sect alone. We will never forget your words and deeds at that time."

"Yes, yes." Tang Xuefei and Bai Shuangshuang agreed in succession, eager to please her relationship, "I felt at that time that Miss Sheng is really brave and wants to be like you."

"Really?" Jiaoyang tilted her head and smiled, "Really? Do you want to be like me?"

The two were stunned for a while, then nodded.

There was a burst of laughter and laughter in the carriage. Only after escaping a disaster can you realize that life is precious and the most important thing is to cherish the present moment.

Jiaoyang looked at Chu Lianjue, who was lying there, still unconscious, with deep eyes.

I will revive you, because you cannot die yet. I just suddenly felt that it would be better for you to wake up later.

"It'll be fine." Lu Ke's voice came to his ears.

Jiaoyang was stunned for a moment, then turned her head and met his gaze.

She raised her lips and smiled back.

Yes, the most attentive person here is Lu Ke.

Jiaoyang stretched out her hand, and under his surprised gaze, her delicate white hands gradually covered his thinly callused fingers.

"Thank you for coming back to save me." Jiaoyang raised her head and looked at him with her big watery eyes, her eyes sincere. "I know it may not be your idea. But if I want to come back, I must have your consent." Can."

Lu Ke didn't speak, nor did he withdraw his hand.

He just sat there in silence, lowering his head to meet her eyes as the carriage continued to bump.

He has no expression and never says a word.

In the Shenyue Sect, Baiye Liufeng sat high in his seat and heard the report from his subordinates. On his finger was a blood-colored butterfly with fluttering wings, its long eyelashes hanging down, and its expression calm.

After the person left, everything on the table was thrown to the ground, and his chest kept heaving with anger.

The butterfly flew away in vain.