Chapter 647: A husband fell from the sky
On the roof, the autumn chill is bursting, and the cold wind is bleak.
The eyes of the two were facing each other, and the aura collided like an ice prism, and the snow mist erupted, and one shot was irresistible.
Seeing that the gunpowder was about to explode, the corner of the man's lips was slightly hooked: "I... don't hit women!"
At this moment, Hong Luan seemed to be greatly humiliated, and felt that the smile on the corner of his mouth was so dazzling, which made her even more angry.
"watch out!"
He folded his fan and avoided Hongluan's cold sword energy. The figures of the two were intertwined, but one attacked and the other avoided, and there was no clear winner for a long time.
At this moment, not far from their feet, a young voice like a silver bell could be heard—
"It's great, Auntie Hongluan, come on!"
Hongluan was suddenly distracted, almost forgot that he was still in the air, and almost fell from the roof with a staggered figure.
At this time, the man on the opposite side suddenly came galloping. He didn't take advantage of the danger, but just used his inner strength to hold her up, and he stood firmly on the roof not far away.
Before he could settle the account with him, Hongluan quickly ran to the white and tender little doll, hugged him in his arms, frowning and looking up and down.
"Little Master, aren't you sleeping in your room, why did you come out?"
"I saw that my mother fell asleep, so I ran out to have a look."
How on earth did his little doll climb up on such a high roof?
No, this question should be discussed later. What she should do now is not to send him back to the room, so that nothing will happen? If Madam woke up and couldn't see the little master by her side, she would definitely be worried.
Before she could make any move, the little doll looked at the man not far away with big obsidian-like eyes.
"Are you Daddy's man, you want to arrest me and my mother back?"
Hongluan thought silently in her heart, Little Young Master, your question is too straightforward. Even if it is, she will definitely protect them and will never go against Madam's wishes.
There was a slight movement of the wind around them, and the man was already standing beside them at some point.
He completely ignored Hongluan's warning gaze, raised his eyebrows and said, "Of course not, I'm here to protect you."
"But... Aunt Hongluan is here, she is so powerful, she will definitely not cause us any trouble."
"Hongluan is a woman after all, and a woman is born with a huge disparity between her strength and that of a man, so she also needs to be protected." Knowing that this little baby is not easy to deceive, the man had to use roundabout tactics and be persuaded, "It's like you and Nan That little princess Chu..."
Han'er blinked her beautiful big eyes with a confused expression.
Yes, sister Qiang'er is so delicate and weak, it seems that it will break when touched, and it will break when you pinch it. Mother and Aunt Shen have said that they want him to protect Qiang'er in the future, and they also said that when they grow up, they will let Qiang'er. Be his daughter-in-law!
"So, you are here to protect Aunt Hongluan? Are you her fiance?"
Um? If he understood correctly, this should be what he meant, right?
The atmosphere suddenly fell into an awkward silence, Hongluan's face changed, and she immediately wanted to explain, but at this time the shameless man took a step to block her.
"you can say it this way!"
yeah? If my mother knew about this, she would be very happy!
Over the years, Ruo Shui has already been married, and Lan Kou has also entered the Valley of Poison Medicine. Feng Yinshuang has only one Hongluan left. She has always been by her side conscientiously. As she grows older, she naturally feels the same way. anxious ah.
Although the lore palace is like a cloud, she has not seen that Hongluan is more eager to anyone. As for the young talents of Nanchu, she also let her good sister Shen Ying pay attention.
However, the Yanyuan tree, which is more like a red luan, seems to be an old iron tree that has not bloomed for ten thousand years, so she can only be anxious.