The corner of Chen Feiyu's mouth curled up with a smile, feeling the soft touch of the beauty in his arms, and smelled a nice orchid fragrance in his nose. His heart was filled with excitement, and he couldn't help but take a sip on Wu Ruojun's fair and delicate cheeks, and admired

Said: "It smells so good."

Wu Ruojun was shocked all over, then his eyebrows stood up, and a blush flew on his cheeks. He could not tell whether he was angry or ashamed, and said: "If you take advantage of me again, believe it or not, I will poison you to death when you get back."

After finishing speaking, Wu Ruojun remembered that Chen Feiyu was invulnerable to all poisons and that his threat was simply weak, and his heart suddenly itched with hatred.

But strangely enough, even though she was angry, Wu Ruojun did not push Chen Feiyu away, and still allowed Chen Feiyu to hug her.

"It's just that you're so pretty, I can't help it, I can't help it." Chen Feiyu also knew that the joke had gone too far, so he laughed.

Wu Ruojun turned his head and snorted coldly, walking down the mountain on the snow, with a faint smile on his face.

Chen Feiyu's expression suddenly became solemn and he said: "There are two more people behind, and they are all 'late-stage masters'."

Wu Ruojun turned his face, and the smile on his lips disappeared in an instant. He couldn't help but take a deep breath and said: "There are 12 strong men in total, not counting those on the mountain. They will probably follow up secretly later.

There will be more and more people.”

"If they want to be followers, let them follow me. Anyway, I have a beautiful woman with me, so let them be envious of me." Chen Feiyu chuckled lightly and hugged Wu Ruojun's slender waist tightly.

His expression was freehand and high-spirited, not like he was in a desperate situation, but like he was walking through the snow in search of plum blossoms.

Wu Ruojun's breath tightened and he rolled his eyes at Chen Feiyu.

But about a hundred meters behind Chen Feiyu, twelve figures were looming in the snowy forest.

These twelve people come from all over the world, with different nationalities and different skin colors. Most of them don't know each other, but at this moment, they are working together for the same goal.

The leader at the front is a blond, blue-eyed middle-aged man who looks to be in his fifties. His name is Jonah Brom, nicknamed "Angel Spear", and he is the archangel of the Golden Knights of the Western Vatican.

, the status is still higher than that of ordinary golden knights.

And Jonah Brom is what Chen Feiyu calls the "early legendary" powerhouse!

As for the eleven people behind him, they come from Southeast Asia, West Asia, North Africa, and other countries in the West. Most of them have heard of the reputation of the "Angel Spear", and naturally they follow Jonah Brom's lead.

"What do you guys think of Chen Feiyu's current physical condition?" Jonah Brom stood behind a pine tree, looked at Chen Feiyu's back, and said in English: "With Chen Feiyu's strength, he must have discovered us.

, and I am sure that he can guess our intention.

If he is in a weak state, he should seize the opportunity to escape while he still has some strength left. If he is in a good state, he should kill us in turn.

But he came down the mountain so leisurely and still wanted to flirt with women. What kind of medicine was he selling in his gourd? Is he bluffing, or is he disdainful of us? "

Next to him, an old man from a Southeast Asian island country with dark skin and a thin body spoke respectfully in broken English: "Even the famous 'Angel Spear' in the Western world can't be understood. Naturally, we people can't understand it even more.

But looking at Mr. Brom's demeanor, it seems that he knew Chen Feiyu before?"
Chapter completed!