Quick wear: the villain can also push the male protagonist!

Chapter 82 The Young League Mainly Loves and Kills Me (35)

His face was calm, but he couldn't hide the chilling killing intent all over his body, the strands were like needles, pointing directly at the opposite side, and the cold air hit people.

His sharp eyes stopped on Bai Ling, and after a pause, he moved away from the obviously ill-fitting robe and landed on Ji Shiyu's face.

At the same time, the veins on his wrist protruded, and with a little effort, he pulled out the sword that was deeply embedded in the carriage.

——If Ji Shiyu hadn't dodged in time just now, the sword would have passed through his neck at this moment, nailing him firmly to the car wall.

"Thank you, senior, for your help. I wonder if you can return him to me now?" Han Yu nodded to Ji Shiyu nonchalantly, as if the deep scratches on the carriage were just an illusion.

Ji Shiyu's mouth curled up, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Like a poisonous snake spit out a letter, he entangled the person in his arms even tighter, until the person began to struggle a little, then he loosened his strength slightly, looked at Han Yu coolly and smiled, "If I don't want to Woolen cloth?"

Han Yu didn't speak, his face slowly sank, and his delicate and beautiful face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.

After a long time, when Ji Shiyu lost his interest, he finally opened his lips and said something that seemed to have nothing to do with the moment, "Langyu often mentions you."

Ji Shiyu was startled, and after a while, he suddenly chuckled and narrowed his eyes.

"Nowadays, the juniors are becoming more and more disrespectful. If they don't cultivate themselves well, they will threaten the elders one after another."

Han Yu didn't answer, his eyes were lowered, and his hands were tightly clenched into fists where Ji Shiyu couldn't see.

Ji Shiyu has a weird temper. Although he became interested in Lingling for some reason and came to rescue her, but being targeted by this person is a disaster rather than a blessing.

Who knows if the capricious man will tighten his knuckles while laughing and break her neck.

He had never seen Ji Shiyu make a move before, so he didn't know if he could beat him, and Lingling was still in that person's hands... He was really desperate, so suddenly he had a flash of inspiration and remembered Ji Shiyu and Ji Langyu's fight relation.

I just hope this person can show some kindness...

The two sides were in a stalemate, and there was no words for a moment, leaving only a dead silence.

After a long time, when Han Yu's palms were sweating and his heart was about to stop beating, the person opposite finally said quietly, "Forget it, it was originally your thing, since you saw it, it's okay to return it to its original owner. "

He seemed to lose interest suddenly, raised his hand, and threw the person in his arms towards Han Yu heavily.

Han Yu never expected him to react like this.

Subconsciously, he wanted to pick it up, but suddenly remembered that he was still holding a cold sword in his hand, so he hurriedly thrust the sword into the ground, jumped up, and pulled him into his arms.

The remaining killing intent on his body has not faded away, but the person in his arms doesn't feel it.

She let out a mournful sob from her throat, like a puppy that was abandoned by its owner and finally found its way back home, aggrieved and joyful, her hands and feet were shaking, but she still tried to lift her arms, trying to hug his neck.

Han Yu comforted her in a hurry, his heart softened into a ball, and the panic and worry all the way were blown away by a gust of wind at this moment.

The woman's unique soft body leaned obediently in his arms, and her head was buried in his chest. Han Yu couldn't see her expression, but could feel the hot and humid water quickly soaking the clothes in front of him.

The warm teardrops gushing out were like pieces of iron, which made his breathing hard.

(End of this chapter)