Almost drowned 2

  This woman is surprisingly unmoved; status and position are things she doesn't want, so what exactly does she want? He really wants to know what it is that she wants to have...

  Watching her climb up to the window, he had wanted to stop her, but it was already too late.

  A dozen meters high, Lanya lifted her foot and climbed up the window sill, without a moment's hesitation, she jumped down. At the same time, she faintly heard the sound of the door being knocked open beside her ear.

  The night grew darker, the pitch-black darkness made it impossible to see the road. Lan Ya jumped down and twisted her ankle, dragging her painful leg, walking towards the forest. Not far from walking, the pain in her leg made it impossible for her to move forward.

  She sat on a stone by the river, it was very cold on winter nights, and the river had a layer of sandy ice. She wore thin clothes, the cold wind blew over her, she shivered with cold, and her hands and feet were almost frozen stiff.

  Her nose was bright red, she rubbed her hands and put them on her face, her fingers touched the icy complexion, a bitter smile in her heart, such a disastrous face, it's better to destroy it...

  Perhaps if she ruins her face, he will let go of her. No man can tolerate a woman ruining her looks, no man is willing to look at an ugly face.

  Thinking of this, she picked up a stone with edges from the ground. If destroying this face could exchange for freedom, she would rather not have this face. She gently closed her eyes and held the stone close to her cheek...

  "Your Highness, people can't run too far, he might be just ahead." The voice of the Dragon Rider Guard came over.

  Lan Ya's hand stiffened and the stone fell to the ground. She didn't expect them to catch up so quickly, and she stood up with a hum.

  She ran, but twisted her leg and couldn't run far. If she didn't run, she would fall into the hands of Zhu Ye's crazy Ming, and she would be miserable.

  With anxiety in her heart, she turned to look at the river water in front of her, clenched her fists, and as the dark figure approached, she gritted her teeth and jumped into the icy river with a splash.

  The cold river water was almost cutting her skin with its icy sand, and the chill of it penetrated to her bones.

  She couldn't swim, icy water kept pouring into her mouth, she didn't dare to struggle, her feet tried to control the sinking speed, as if it had no effect.

  "The prince's trail disappeared here."

  His eyes gleamed with a fierce and wild light in the dark, and as he gazed out into the night in all directions, he could feel that she was somewhere nearby.

  "Mo Qingyan, you can't escape!" His voice cut through the darkness.

  In the icy lake water, Lan Ya's legs were moving, but it was useless to struggle, her body kept sinking down, and her body almost froze into an ice block.

  No one will come back to save her anymore, he won't appear again, Baili Liancheng...

  "Your Highness, it seems like there's someone underwater." Bubbles kept rising up from below.

  With a sudden contraction of his eyes, without any hesitation, he jumped down with a 'plop'.

  Breathing is getting a bit difficult, eyes are gradually narrowing, and vision is becoming increasingly blurred.

  "Yaa..."

  Who is it? Who is calling her, in the icy lake water she seems to have seen a flash of light.

  Someone grabbed her hand, someone was calling out her name, and her body slowly rose up.

  A loud "plop" sound burst out of the water's surface, with a frantic and eerie expression that frightened people.

  "Mo Qingyan, you actually dare to seek death." The icy tone of the underworld shocked even the dragon riders guarding the shore.

  Lan Ya's eyes narrowed slightly, and she seemed to see that white figure, saying to her, "Fortunately, I made it in time..."

  "Always..." A smile spread across her face as she murmured softly, her hand weakly lifting to touch his cheek.

  Her icy fingers touched her equally icy cheek, her fingertips were very light, very light.

  His face was ferocious and his huge hand almost crushed her bones, his eyes gleaming with a dark light as he stared at her: "Mu Qingyan, take a good look at who I am!"

  He was on the verge of going berserk, no one had ever made him so angry, now just a single name, he hated everyone in her heart!

  Lanya's consciousness was unclear, and she couldn't hear the furious words, her hand still stroking his cheek.

  "I miss you so much." Her murmured voice had a nasal tone.

  His face was ferocious and his huge hand grasped her neck, tightening.

  "Cough...cough..." She coughed painfully, her eyelids heavy as a thousand pounds.

  The shadow and dark ink of the Dragon Rider Guard exchanged a glance, and the shadow stepped forward: "Your Highness, Miss Mu seems to have caught a chill and her head is a bit dizzy..."

  The words of the shadow had no effect, and the huge hand with bulging veins appeared in front of her, grasping her neck.

  Breathing was difficult, her slightly closed eyes shut tight, and the hand that had been stroking his cheek fell down...

  Her cheek suddenly cooled, and it wasn't until then that she realized her hand had left her neck, where a deep, dark purple mark instantly appeared on the pale skin.

  "Clear complexion." Gazing at that pale face, a hint of panic flashed in those wild and dark eyes.

  Damn it, he was enraged and lost his rationality, reaching out to feel her breath, very weak, very weak breathing, almost imperceptible...

  "Damn it!" Zhu Ye cursed loudly and turned around with bloodshot eyes, shouting "Someone, quickly call a doctor!"

  As soon as he finished speaking, he hugged Lan Ya and quickly headed towards Kuang Wang Fu.

  The cold wind blows, the crowd disperses, and a figure appears by the river. Nan Fengjin's eyes are distant, and for Zhu Ye Kuangming, Mo Qingyan is not just a plaything.

  Fresh and clean face...

  This woman is very hard to understand, all emotions are elusive, he has an interest in her, the possessive desire in his heart is growing vigorously.

  Crazy King's Mansion.

  The lamp is lit, and the Dragon Flower Temple is bright.

  His face was gloomy, and that faint breath made his heart anxious. His big hand felt her forehead, which was icy cold, and her whole body was like a block of ice.

  His face showed no anger, his body was as cold as ice, and this situation made the expression on Zhu Ye's face even more gloomy than before.

  "The doctor is still not here." He was furious and wanted to kill someone.

  "Report to the king, it will arrive immediately." The official replied cautiously.

  Suddenly, a surge of anger welled up in his chest. He turned to look at Lan Ya, whose pale face was as white as the milk-colored clothes she wore, and her icy expression was just as pale.

  She is like a snow lotus growing in the icy and snowy land, quietly emitting her light, even if the white snow is thick, it cannot cover up her color.

  That quiet temperament would occasionally reveal its sharp claws in the midst of a violent outburst, scratching him from time to time. Although it was painful, he still wanted to keep her by his side.

  "Mu Qingyan, what kind of magic do you have that makes my eyes stay on you? Besides you, it seems like no one else can enter my eyes." He stretched out a hand and brushed away the strands of hair stuck to her cheek.

  Why can this woman sway his mood and easily provoke his anger...

  The eyes that were once fiercely raging with anger and fury now had a hint of confusion and a hint of tenderness.