She's The Black Demon King's Nemesis

At that moment, all the haze was swept away.

The man in front of him was so tall, so handsome, and he had a noble air. He carries a sword, a long body and a strong hand holding the string of the kite, which adds a kind of gentle style.

In particular, his long and beautiful eyelashes remind people of the greenest leaf on the old peach tree for no reason.

As a matter of fact, she had never seen anyone with such beautiful eyelashes growing on a man, but it didn't seem abrupt at all. On the contrary, there was a kind of compassionate nature in his martial arts.

Of course, she couldn't describe these feelings at that time. She didn't realize the value of this moment until she met many men later.

She looked at him in a daze - a stranger, but she felt so familiar. It's like I've known each other in my last life.

In fact, she only met him once when she was very young.

Prince Ziling of the state of Chen is now the commander-in-chief of the three armed forces.

At that time, the boy of that year has now stood up.

He gazed into her eyes with a smile, "Xia Ji, my name is Zi Ling. At that time, I didn't have time to tell you."

The rising sun completely covers the pink of the old peach trees.

On the blue slate, a couple of men and women sat quietly.

For a long time, she was silent, gentle and elegant. And he, has been looking at her.

as like as two peas in the past, he never forgot her. She looked like he imagined in a flash of years.

Countless midnight dreams, countless expectations - sure enough, she is like this.

It's the acme of his ideal, a kind of beautiful vision, infinite warm thoughts Whether it's Chen's palace or his triumphant return, countless beauties have been sent to him. They are flattering, flattering, pure, plump, amiable and dignified No matter what kind of woman, he has no interest.

Strangely enough, he would dream of her many nights, as if growing up with each other's steps.

He would like to ask a question: "Xiaji, do you often dream of me?" However, he did not ask, because he was sure that she must often dream of herself, otherwise, she would not be so familiar lying beside her, just like a childhood sweetheart.

Is this the fate between people?

She has been lowering her head, holding the string of the kite, occasionally raised her head, always see his focus and gentle eyes. I don't know why, her face is slightly hot, her heart is like deer bumping, plopping This kind of heart beat is different from the fear when the quilt is forced. It makes her excited, throb, yearn, and have a sense of security, just like a lover who has been waiting for many years But she didn't know why

He gazed at the blush on the girl's white cheek. He felt a little pain in his heart. He stood up and held her hand: "Xia Ji, have you learned to fly kites?"

Her eyes suddenly fell on Ziman, who was unconscious outside the wooden door. The blush on her face quickly faded away, and she was full of panic.

Zi Ling laughed and said, "don't worry, someone will take him away."

His voice was falling. The two attendants came running angrily. They saw that Ziman was lying on the ground, his hands were black, and he was in a coma Zi man is a big man. There is only weak Xia Ji in it. Can she beat him like this?

However, they did not dare to interfere. They were so scared that they held him up and ran away for fear that some evil spirits would rush out