1744: C1744 Intruder

C1744 Intruder

Under the generous rewards and the deterrence of the fairies, the servants of Residences 8 are all in a tense state of mind at work, making sure to do their best.

Especially the security guards in charge of standing guard, they were even more vigilant, making it so that not even a fly could enter the Fairy Mansion!

What they didn't know was that. . . A man, a man. . . And a very young man at that! Yet, he openly snuck in from the main entrance!

Everyone turned a blind eye to his existence. Even the light at night illuminated the shadow of the intruder, but no one noticed him!

"Eh?"

The intruder was just about to directly barge into the main building of the mansion and hug the holy fairy in his arms. After entering the door and taking a few steps, he was surprised to discover the abnormality behind the high wall.

In the garden, spiritual energy was emitted!

"Qingsheng's training ground? Interesting. It seems like she is there. "

After looking at the third floor and seeing that there was no light, the invader decisively chose to walk towards the garden and took a step inside without hesitation.

There was no movement.

Another step, another step. When the invader took the fifth step, a cold voice that sounded like the sound of nature rang in his ears:

"Who is here to pay a visit?"

The voice was clear and cold, like the moonlight shining on the land. It was bright and clear, and it had an inconceivable beauty.

The invader stood still and held his breath. He looked at the garden with a mocking look in his eyes.

After a long time.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The invader quickly jumped out and hurriedly said, "Qingsheng, it's me!"

Naturally, the so-called invader was Lee Yun. He had fantasized about it when he advanced to the Master Level with the Hidden Breath Technique. If he suddenly appeared in front of Fann Qingsheng, would he scare this cold fairy?

In the end, he was discovered by the fairy before he could even get close to her.

Furthermore, the fairy came out with her sword aggressively. If there was any disagreement, she would kill him first!

. . . "Lee Yun. "

After staring at him for a while and confirming that it was the real person, Fann Qingsheng slowly withdrew the cold Qi from her body. She stretched out her fair palm and the floating immortal sword spun once before obediently returning to her palm and shrunk back to its original size.

"Uh. "

Lee Yun smiled bitterly. He could not find any pleasant surprise from Fann Qingsheng. It seemed to be the same for her. The way Nan Pengyu came to see her was no different from other people coming to see her. It was as cold and lonely as before.

Sometimes, Lee Yun even suspected that 100 Affability was fake. Why was Qingsheng still like this when she had full Affabilitys for him?

Luckily, Fann Qingsheng's next move made Lee Yun feel a little better.

"Welcome back. "

The cool fairy opened her arms, her bright and deep eyes stared at him without blinking, waiting for her boyfriend to come up and hug her.

Lee Yun's feelings could only be described as complicated.

It couldn't even be described as complicated!

His girlfriend was like this. . . In short, it was extremely strange.0

But in the end, Lee Yun still hugged her. He hugged Fann Qingsheng's perfect body tightly.

Only in this way could Lee Yun feel a trace of the feeling that this cold fairy was his girlfriend.

"You have doubts?"

Embracing Nan Pengyu's waist intimately, Fann Qingsheng continued to stare at Lee Yun with her pair of eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything and asked straightforwardly.

"Uh. . . How should I put it?"

Lee Yun knew that Qingsheng never liked others to lie to her. She had a sixth sense and could tell if others were telling the truth or not.

Perhaps it was because of this that she did not like lying and never lied against her heart.

"Tell me slowly. "

Fann Qingsheng held Lee Yun's hand and walked in. Although there was no smile on her beautiful face, it made Lee Yun feel warm.

It was the warmth of a couple.

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