Looking at the blushing and peaceful girl in his arms, the man couldn't help but poke her cheeks with his fingers.

"Yunran, you are a bad girl. You owe me everything. I will definitely get it back twice as much in the future."

And Yun Ran was once again drawn into a white world after losing consciousness.

The eyes are filled with smoke, making it difficult to see the way ahead and the way we came from.

Her body was like a wisp of fine clouds, floating in the wind. She didn't know how long it had been floating before she returned to that familiar place.

Tianyin Pavilion.

Amidst the sound of horse hooves, several riders could be heard, and a group of guests from afar stopped outside the mountain gate.

The leader was an old man with slightly frosty hair on his temples. He was dressed in dust but could not block his aura of power. His eyes were determined, his features were strong, and his gestures and gestures carried an overbearing heroic spirit.

Then the person who turned over and dismounted was a middle-aged man, handsome and elegant, with bright eyes, and his whole figure was like a magic weapon hidden in the scabbard, with all its sharpness restrained.

Yun Ran floated in the air and looked at the two of them, inexplicably feeling a sense of familiar familiarity.

She blinked in confusion, and she was sure that she had never seen them before.
Chapter completed!