"Of course, why can't I go?"

Luoyuan's question made Zhiyang a little unexpected. You were not as gentle as before, but more determined. "Since the ancestor said that the Feiling Tribe has evidence about Yingsu, I naturally want to go and see it."

watch!"

Listening to Zhiyang's words, Luo Yuan couldn't help but frown, "So, you didn't go to Feiling Clan for Ming Hao?"

"Ming Hao? Why do you do it for Ming Hao? He can go, so he can naturally protect himself."

Zhiyang raised his head. During this trip to the Feiling Tribe, he had thought about Ming Hao's safety. The Lord of Hades would naturally not be a threat to the Feiling Tribe, so Zhiyang didn't think too much about it.

Zhiyang's words instantly reassured Luo Yuan. His frown slowly unfolded, and the seriousness on his face quietly lifted. The ends of his eyes and brows rose slightly, and his whole body lost a bit of the previous heavy violence.

gas.

At this moment, Zhiyang seemed to have noticed something was wrong, and looked at Luoyuan suspiciously. Even though his eyes were empty, it had no effect, "Huh? What did you mean by what you just said?"

"Ah? What's the point? I'm just worried about you."

He coughed twice hurriedly, seeming to hide the embarrassment in Luoyuan's words. Although Zhiyang's eyes were invisible now, he still did not dare to look directly.

"Oh, I'm in a good Qizhidian, but I don't know where the smell of jealousy comes from." How could Zhiyang not understand Zhiyang's little trick? He pinched his nose gently, with a smile on his face.

Disgusted, his entire body leaned against Luo Yuan's arms.

"The majestic God of War from all over the world is actually jealous. If my eyes are fine, I will definitely draw your current appearance!"

Zhiyang smiled coquettishly and nestled in Luoyuan's arms, teasing Luoyuan. However, Luoyuan didn't care at all at this moment. He hugged Zhiyang with his backhand and gently placed his head on her neck, breathing warmly.

Sweeping across Zhiyang's cheeks.

"You've been running away for so long, how could I not be jealous..."

This simple sentence instantly caused a flush on Zhiyang's face. She remained silent and felt the tenderness at this moment.

The moon is setting outside the window and the stars are sparse, and lovers are embracing each other inside the house, seeming to forget that this is a troubled time.

"Tomorrow, I will take you to the Feiling Clan."

Luoyuan's voice was soft and fell on Zhiyang's ears, carrying a sense of security that was different from others.

"When you arrive at the Feiling Tribe, you must not leave me for a step. After all, your eyes..."

"I'm fine. Although I can't see anything, my fox ears are still sensitive. Ordinary earthly fairies and little monsters can't hurt me."

Luoyuan didn't say anything, looked at Zhiyang, took out the frost mirror from his arms, bent down, and tied it carefully around Zhiyang's waist.

The fringe of the frost mirror floats, matching Zhiyang's light blue skirt.

"This is...frost mirror?"

Zhiyang's hands carefully stroked the outline of the frost mirror, and naturally she could still recognize it.

"Well, when you get to the Feiling Clan, you must never take off your frost-condensing mirror. Do you understand?"

Luoyuan was still worried. Facing Zhiyang, he was more like an old father, giving constant instructions and wishing he could hang Zhiyang on him and never leave him.
Chapter completed!