Then Xiaoyu started playing until now.

It's so funny that I can't pass the level at all.

At this moment, outside the main hall, Xiaoyu was trying hard to pass the hopscotch game in order to be able to practice for once. At this time, she put one foot on the ground and jumped forward with all her strength.

At this time, squeak!

The door of the main hall was pushed open from the inside.

A man walked out.

The little girl finally jumped into the last square, turned her back to the gate, stumbled, and almost fell.

The next second, the spiritual energy in her body was circulating, using the energy to lift up her figure, and she suddenly stabilized.

Then without saying a word, Xiaoyu turned around and ran back, standing in front of the square grid drawn on the ground, then quietly glanced at his feet, and then took a step to the side calmly...

Childish game of trying to block the ground with a small body.

At this moment, when she saw the person inside opening the door, she straightened her waist, put her little hands behind her back, unblinking her eyes, and her little face was serious and solemn, as if she was waiting for something.

In Zhao Rong's words, it was an NPC in the previous game who stood there waiting for the player and had no affection. He was dedicated to issuing tasks, telling stories, and giving experience to the protagonist... What? You said waiting for an NPC is boring.

Did you secretly play a game just now? It doesn’t exist. Don’t lie.

The palace door was pushed halfway open.

Pressing on the door is a slender white palm, suitable for making a woman happy.

Well, it refers to literary and artistic work such as playing the piano and writing, which can cultivate women's sentiments and bring pleasure...

The light of the Jiutianhangonghua all over the ruins shone inside the door, dispersing some of the shadows in front of the door and revealing... the figure of the man.

Zhao Rong walked out of the palace.

He was dressed in thin white clothes, and his hair, as black as everlasting night, fell down casually.

The exposed smooth skin on the face, neck, etc. is whiter than the white clothes. Against the backdrop of the thick and elegant black hair, it is like the first snow in early winter, which is eye-catching and profound.

His clear, lacquer-like eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was adjusting to the dazzling light outside the door.

At this moment, Zhao Rong was wearing a thin white coat, as if he had put it on casually when going out. The belt was simply tied, revealing a bit of his thick chest. His muscles were powerful, but not the kind of explosive chest muscles.

Instead, the lines are graceful and smooth, as perfect as a sculpture.

In fact, Zhao Rong had a well-shaped body before today, with beautiful muscle arcs. On this point, Qingjun, Xiaoxiao and the others have the best say, thanks to his down-to-earth martial arts career.

However, his skin had been tanned quite dark before, but at this time, it was burned by the flames, and his body was reshaped under the power of pure white cold palace in the divine cauldron furnace.

He turned white.

Very white.

Then coupled with the graceful and sculptural male figure.

This wave is absolutely killing it.

Of course, it is not for women of all ages, such as the little girl outside the door at this time.

Xiaoyu was wearing Li Nu's white clothes, with her hands behind her back and a serious face as she looked at Mr. Zhao who was slowly walking out of the door, looking a little different.

As an NPC with no emotion, her eyes only paused briefly on Zhao Rong's chest muscles, and then moved away with no emotion.

However, after the little girl quickly glanced at Zhao Rong's face, she first looked at the door next to him for a few seconds, then returned her gaze pretending to be nonchalant, took a look, and then moved away.

Xiaoyu couldn't help but mutter in his heart.

After that, she looked at her eyes, nose and heart, and could no longer look at it.

Zhao Rong covered his eyes with his hands and got used to the light outside.

Then he turned his head and squinted his eyes to look around.

Dark cliffs, magnificent and strange buildings, lost and dilapidated ruins...

He pursed his thin lips slightly, digesting the environment of his lower body.

During this period, Zhao Rong's eyes were fixed on the dark cliff next to him for a while. At this moment, a strange autumn wind was blowing up from the bottom of the cliff.

His eyes saw something different in the wind.

However, Zhao Rong moved his eyes away and put them aside for the time being.

He turned around and walked straight towards the little girl not far away.

The surrounding area is deserted, and the ruins are also dilapidated and deserted. Looking around, there is only one NPC, Xiaoli Nu. There is only one figure like her. If not waiting for him, who is he waiting for?

Zhao Rong rubbed his face and came to Xiaoyu.

"Well."

The little girl wore a white dress close to her body, stood with her hands behind her hands, pretending to be looking at the sky next to him, but not looking at him.

There was a serious expression on her little face. She turned to Zhao Rong sideways and said in a measured tone: "Master, are you awake? Well, do you have a lot of questions to ask..."

Zhao Rong pressed her 'dog head' with his big hand, rubbed it wildly, and directly interrupted the spell: "Where is she?"

Xiaoyu: “…………!!!”

Young Master! Why don’t you follow the routine? That’s not what is written in the storybook...

The little girl immediately accomplished the feat. She dropped the pebbles with her two little hands behind her back pretending to be an expert, and raised them up to cover her little head which was being massaged.

She opened her eyes wide and stared at Zhao Rong.

The young man who was rescued by the chivalrous woman should have woken up from a dream and had an erotic dream without a trace? I was confused for three consecutive times, where am I, who am I, what happened during this period, why is there someone else on my face?

Tears... at least it would take a long, long time to realize that there was a repaying chivalrous woman who resolutely sacrificed so much to save his benefactor.

Then the young master suddenly realized it, and he felt guilty and moved, but could not make up for it, and kept regretting it... Then, when the two met again many years later, it was probably the chivalrous girl who brought back the kid with braids who was born from the soul, and the family was harmonious with her success.

Young Master, with an expression of bewilderment and loss.

And then... there is the fierce conflict between the illegitimate son from outside and the eldest son of the first wife...

When Xiaoyu just played hopscotch, she had already thought about it. She would definitely side with Sister Xiuer and her children. But if the main wife of this young master’s family happened to be Xiaoyu’s benefactor Zhao Qianer, then she would be very sad...

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Chapter completed!