Amazing crossing: the princess who was hunted down

Chapter 1095 [Mo Feng Chapter] Love and Hate! (9)

In the cabin, that absolutely beautiful face has returned to silence, as quiet as an ice sculpture.

She leaned against the window quietly, the fragrant wind and laughter outside the window seemed to have nothing to do with her, she was as lonely and aloof as a wisp of cold smoke,
Although wandering around, without sustenance, but also willing to be lonely, do not care about the world, live in their own world.

"Boater, dock!"

The voice as cold as frost and snow woke up the boatman who was already half asleep, and hurriedly followed her words.

The ice beauty casually threw a silver ingot to the boatman, twisted her slender waist, and floated onto the stone platform by the lake.

Just after walking a few steps, I heard a childish voice calling: "Sister! Sister!"

As if she had never heard of it, she continued to walk forward.

The clear and sweet voice continued to sound behind him: "Sister! Sister!"

She frowned, turned around, and saw a little girl about eight or nine years old standing timidly behind her, with red lips and white teeth, as cute as a dough ball.

She was holding a heavy long sword in her hand, and she was struggling. When she saw her turn around, she raised her head and called cutely: "Sister!"

"you call me?"

When the ice-sculpted Jueyan saw this cute child, she suddenly felt like a breeze blowing across the lake, causing layers of ripples to appear, revealing a rare smile, so beautiful that it overshadowed all the flowers.

"Excuse me, sister, is your name Song Cixin?" The little girl blinked her big eyes and asked.

This ice sculpture-like beauty is none other than Song Cixin.She nodded and asked doubtfully, "What's the matter, little sister?"

The little girl put the long sword in her hand in front of her, "Just now a big brother in white asked me to give this to you!"

Song Cixin saw that it was her own sword that cut iron like mud, she couldn't help being surprised and delighted.

Subconsciously looking around, he didn't see that familiar figure, and couldn't help but feel lost.

She knelt down and said softly to the little girl, "Where's the brother in white?"

"Let's go!" The heavy sword finally got rid of its weight from the little girl's hands, and she couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

"And this." In the open palm of her hand lay an exquisite sachet, the plums in the snow, blossoming in shock.

"Sachet?" Song Cixin frowned, he returned hers, but kept his own.

(End of this chapter)