The spirit boy can run at high speed in the air without force. She looked around curiously and found with her sharp eyes that she seemed to have a few more shadows behind her. The two followed.

He Lianchuan was overloaded with a person, and his speed could not be improved, and he was about to be caught up.

Ling Tong's little hand quietly hugged him back, and said lightly, "Wait for you to be unlucky, change me to run with you, hee hee."

Before he could understand what he meant, He Lianchuan suddenly felt that the spirit boy in his arms became extremely light, a burst of silver bell-like laughter dropped, and the two had disappeared strangely.

That's not the ultimate speed that humans can burst out at all. [

It is also a special ability that the spirit boy never reveals.

The scenes on both sides were turned into afterimages, and it seemed that it was only a moment when the two reached a relatively remote open space, which was suitable for conversation.

"Here is... The last time the maiden came back, the fireworks display." He Lianchuan quickly recognized the location.

"Yes, there are people guarding several gates. It's not realistic to get out of the city without disturbing others. It's relatively quiet here." She rubbed her calf because she didn't use this kind of strength, and her body was sore.

But as soon as she saw He Lianchuan's concerned look, she smiled habitually at him, "It's okay, just wait a moment, hush, they are here."

. . . . . . . . . . .

"Second brother..." With a soft sigh, in the dark night, you lingered.

Running too fast, Qingluan's breath is still unstable, panting slightly, his face pale.

"Emperor!" The man lifted the mask on his face, revealing the true face. It was the thirteenth prince of the Yang Bin Kingdom, Zhuge Ruge, a pair of evil peach eyes, which cannot be misunderstood.

Goodbye old friend, He Lianchuan didn't look different. He didn't look at Qingluan at all. He only met Zhuge Rumad, "I didn't expect you to come together."