Amazing crossing: the princess who was hunted down

Chapter 711 Situation changes, fame lost! (42)

For you, Qingluo escaped from Benhou's mansion at all costs, so far there is no news.
But for this woman, you actually surrendered to Ben Hou Qijia?

Yun Aotian, do you know what you are doing? "

Facing his crazy questioning and accusations, Yun Aotian just got up slowly and said:

"Marquis Anping, I have followed your orders,

So now, should you let my woman go? "

He was bloodstained and riddled with holes, his face was pale and his long hair was disheveled,
Even on the forehead, there was blood oozing from the heavy kowtow,
However, those eyes are surprisingly clear,

It is as clear as stars in the sky, like obsidian in the deep sea, making people afraid to look at them.

His clothes were torn and his feet were hanging in the air, but he couldn't feel the slightest bit of embarrassment.
What exudes from the whole body is still the noble, incomparably compelling arrogance and nobility,

How can the unconcealable kingly aura, that kind of aura, be comparable to that of ordinary people?

Jealousy suddenly filled Jiang Churan's chest,
He turned his back bitterly, speechless for a long time.

This man, this man, even in such a distressed situation,

But he can still easily knock him down!
He is not reconciled!He is really not reconciled!

In the sleeves under the silver armor, his fists were tightly clenched together, until the veins on the back of his hands stood up.

He didn't say a word, and everyone regarded him as acquiescing.

So, Qing Luo got up from the ground, staggered and ran towards Yun Aotian.

No one stopped her, because everyone thought that Jiang Churan was going to let them go.

So, they just watched them silently,

Seeing them embrace each other with tears of joy, tears and laughter intertwined,
Hugging tightly, embracing, looking at each other and smiling like the rest of their lives.

For some reason, Shen Hongling had a sore nose,
She looked away, unwilling to admit that she was moved by the scene.

In this silence, Jiang Churan turned his back to them,

Finally, like a trekker who has gone through thousands of mountains and rivers, he can no longer hold on,
Powerlessly, wearily squeezed out a word from thin lips:

"kill!"

(End of this chapter)