Fortunately, Jun Yue Ze activated the symbol on the ring as quickly as possible, and pulled her hard, letting her fall on the bed next to her.

The gentle and soft voice of the man rang at the top. "Oh, is it okay?"

The house was originally happy. The situation of Jun Yue Ze was getting better and better. A Qing and Xiao Yan looked at each other and saw the banter and joy in the eyes of the other party.

The son has lived for so many years, and he has always been pure-minded and has no exposed emotions.

Now, watching the worry in Miss Yan’s eyes, even the cover can’t cover it.

Miss Yan is so good, and she saved the son's life.

If the son can be with Miss Yan, then of course it is better.

The two laughed and pulled Ji Weicheng, dragged him away from the room, and locked the door very smoothly.

Jun Yue Ze helped to pick it up, and he drew a character array, letting the body hang in the wheelchair slowly.

Looking at the locked door, I can't smile. "Oh, sorry, Ah Qing, they are getting more and more unruly. Don't worry."

He shook his head and said faintly: "No matter what they do, they are only affected."

I don't feel it.

During this time, Yunfu people have been intentionally or unintentionally letting her and Jun Yueze get along alone.

In particular, Mrs. Yun’s wife always praises her well in front of Jun Yue Ze, or she said that she said the excellent and good character of Jun Yue Ze.

She didn't know the good intentions of Mrs. Yun's wife - she wanted to match her with Jun Yue Ze.

After all, even Yun Wenjing said that the best way to treat a love injury is to start another relationship.

However, with Ji Mingfu breaking up, she has already lost her heart, how can she start another relationship?

Jun Yue Ze slightly draped his eyes, his face looked a little dazed, and with such a relief.

Suddenly, he turned his side to the side and said: "There are people outside the cloud house who have arranged seven trapped dragon arrays."

Look at it and look up at him.

Jun Yue Ze sensed for a while, slightly frowned, and then looked at the complex look a little more complicated, for a long time: "It is the **** of jail. Hey, do you really break with God?"

Sakamoto’s pale face seemed to be transparent in this moment, and the body that had already stood up from the bed shook gently.

Jun Yueze's finger flicked a little, and a chair seemed to be pulled by the rope, and quickly moved behind her, letting her crumbling body sit down.

The gentle voice rang softly with the strength of the appeasement. "If you don't mind, can you tell me what happened between you and the **** of jail?"

I didn’t want to say that I didn’t just want to say it, I couldn’t even remember it.

As long as those memories flow in the brain, her heart is like being squandered and painful.

So she can only make herself busy, let herself be busy forgetting to think, forgetting to sleep and dreaming.

Because then she would not see the familiar person in her dreams, see those beautiful and moving past, wake up but only feel cold and painful.

But at this time, looking at Jun Qingze's clear and inclusive eyes, listening to his gentle words, the original refusal to say, but turned into a hoarse whisper, "When I first met him, he still It is not called Ji Ming, nor is it a high-ranking sacred god. He is only an ordinary warrior in the low-order plane, a different prince..."