Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Shen Kibai felt uncomfortable, but they had been sleeping together for so long. Now they resisted and some correction, so they closed their eyes.

I thought that the next relationship would be in a very embarrassing stage. I didn't expect that Shen Mu Bai would see the figure of Jun Jiuling, including several cloud maidens, for a few days.

Wu Er followed her closely. Shen Mubai asked him. Wu Er also said vaguely that the bishop had something to do.

Shen Kibai also knew what should have happened recently, but she didn't expect that someone would try to kill her very hard, but after this danger, Shen Kibai also understood how many masters lurked around her.

Jun Jiu Ling returned one night with a cool, freshly bathed breath, then slipped skillfully into her quilt, hugged her big hand, and held her tight.

After experiencing the assassination, Shen Kibai still had palpitations in her heart, and she tried to scream before she swallowed back silently after feeling the familiar aura, "the bishop said. ”

Jun Jiu Ling seemed a little tired, low and heavy voice with sexy sand dumb, “Hmm? ”

Shen Mubai did not dare to move, but said, "Is the bishop all right? ”

Of course, that sentence is just a polite concern.

Jun Jiuling couldn't stop raising his mouth in his ear. He held the girl's hand harder and smelled the heaviness of the fragrance. "Soon it will be resolved. ”

When they left the inn, at dusk, a group of killers poured into the inn, and the Fire Lotus disciple slaughtered them.

The people drove the wagon all the way, and the people behind them were impoverished, and the harsh force seemed to want the net to burst.

The route they were trying to travel was blocked, and they had to take a different route.

The night gradually darkened, and the carriage was ruined by a blade of lightsaber.

Shen Mubai was held tightly in the arms of Junjiuling. Wu Erguan defended his bishop, and the sharp instrument in his hand emitted a faint cold light under the moon.

A strong voice came from above, with a certain amount of pride and ridicule, "Jun Jiu Ling, do you remember the Fire Lotus disciple you expelled 100 years ago? ”

Unlike the appearance in front of Shen Mubai, Jun Jiuling's beautiful face is like a strong frost. The narrow eyes can't see the bottom, and the powerful atmosphere around him has to be sudden in one's heart.

His eyes stared straight ahead, his mouth overflowing with a grin, "I don't remember. ”

The figure floated in the night, an old face, eagle falcon eyes gave a very uncomfortable feeling, and behind him was dressed in the same clothes as those who chased them.

“How does it feel to be wanted today by the prestigious Jianghu Sect and the government?” The man grinned coldly, "luckily for you last time, you said that if I captured you alive, scrapped your kung fu, and sent you to the government, how would those prestigious men thank me except for such a demon head? ”

The right shouted, “Don't be ashamed, our bishop can also beat you, and don't measure who you are. ”

The man's eyes cooled down, "It was just a dog, and he dared bark in front of me. ”

When his voice had just fallen, a man's dark device flew quickly around him, turned right over, blocked the move with his own knife, and responded with the same means.