90 Days of Spring

The night breeze hit, the leaves rustled, and Ye Ying was whirling, becoming quieter and quieter.

Miaomiao was dumbfounded, looking at the shore at a loss, her pupils flashed in panic. By the time she reacted and was about to dive into the water to escape, it was already too late.

"Don't move!" Yang Fu shouted.

Miaomiao was stunned by the sound, and stopped subconsciously. The fishtail behind him jumped over the surface of the water and immediately slapped into the water again. The silver-white tail fin shimmered in the moonlight, stabbing Yang Fu's eyes with pain.

She kept the posture of turning around, hanging her head slightly, and her long hair slipped from one cheek, covering her face as bright as a peach and plum. Just this scene is enough to drive the soul.

In the rippling river water, the fish tail of the mackerel is looming under the water, and the transparent thin band is like layers of yarn, which swings with the fish tail, ethereal and illusory. She seemed to perceive his gaze, and quietly hid her tail behind her, but she didn't know that this was just a cover-up, and she exposed her to him.

She was wearing a cherry pink embroidered blouse with a lotus pattern, exactly the one Miaomiao wore today. At this moment, it was wetly attached to her body, outlining a slim and slender body line, with black hair like ink, lavish face and smooth appearance, and a moonlike appearance. She pressed her pink lips slightly, just like Miao Miao.

Yang Fu's gaze slipped, looking at the blood-colored jade between her neck, glowing with a faint red glow in the moonlit night. At this moment, it should be the same as the piece in his hand, which is hot.

This jade, Miaomiao, has been wearing it and never left.

All kinds of doubts lingered in his mind, and Yang Fu frowned slightly, and looked at the restless pair of eyes in Shangshui, "Are you... Miaomiao?"

Such things are really absurd, and if they hadn't seen it with his own eyes today, he would probably never believe it.

The person in the water was shocked and shook his head, "No, I am not."

Yang Fu spread his palms, and a bloodstone fell out, and was pulled up and down by the black rope, "Then what is this? What is it that you are wearing?"

That is Wei Ling's bloodstone, how could it be in his hand! Thinking of Wei Ling's weak voice just now, Miaomiao suddenly felt anxious, but didn't dare to question him. It was her who was clearly at a disadvantage, and she was the one who couldn't say anything.

She remained silent, and Yang Fu continued to ask, "Why are you wearing Miaomiao's clothes?"

She lowered her head subconsciously, and saw that the clothes she was wearing today were still hanging on her body, but the skirt of the lower part of her body had not known where Shen had gone. This little action confirmed Yang Fu's guess.

Miaomiao couldn't stand it, turned around and fled into the water.

She saw her figure dive, and immediately the upper body plunged into the water, the tail fin surfaced, and water drops splashed, drawing an arc in the Yingting water light, which was fleeting. The action is surprisingly fast.

Yang Fuwu's pupil sank, without thinking, he immediately jumped into the river.

Leshan and Leshui were originally hidden in the dark. The two looked at each other without hesitation about the groundwater.

Yang Fu is not good at teasing water, not to mention that the river is turbulent, and the flexible figure in the distance is swimming against the current, chasing very hard.

He opened his eyes and saw her in the water.

Shark. A silver-white shark man.

There is a legend in ancient times that a person with a fish tail and a human body is called a shark.

They are beautiful and mysterious, with tears condensed and priceless.

Can tears be condensed... A trace of complexity flashed across Yang Fu's face, and his strength was gradually dissipated by the water flow around him, making it difficult to move forward. The two faces in my mind overlap and overlap each other. It is Miaomiao's clear and clean eyes. Her face is blurred, but her voice becomes clearer.

"What did you eat during Chinese New Year?"

"Water plants and shrimps."

"Water plants?"

"..."

She was afraid of Xueou; she never cried in front of him; on the night when she fell into the water, no wonder no one could find her, but came back peacefully the next day; and the last time he died, he thought it was God who pityed him , To bring her back to life, may not be the case now.

All this is only related to her identity.

Miaomiao, you have been deceiving this king from the beginning...

Yang Fu's body gradually sank, he did not struggle, and slowly sank to the bottom of the river. Leshan Leshui came from behind and was about to rescue him. After touching Yang Fu, he took a deep look, and both stopped, retreated far away consciously, and then turned and headed for the shore.

Yang Fu retracted his gaze and looked at the figure swimming farther and farther away. Miaomiao, you'd better not come back. If you look back, this king will not let you go in this life.

The water poured into his ears, and there was a strong squeeze in his chest. He coughed, and his mouth was suddenly filled with river water. His consciousness gradually became dizzy, he closed his eyes, and at the last glance, he seemed to see the figure in the distance stop, turning around slowly, looking towards this side.

He curled his lips and smiled.

Miaomiao didn't go far before he realized that someone was chasing her behind him, and knew who it was without having to look. She didn't dare to look back, she kept going upstream, thinking in her heart that she could escape faster, best he could not catch her.

But gradually, unable to feel the aura of chasing behind her, she couldn't help turning her head and saw Yang Fu floating on the bottom of the water solitaryly like a remnant leaf. She stared her eyes in astonishment, before she could think about it, her body was already swimming towards him quickly.

Until she held him in her arms, Miaomiao still couldn't feel at ease. She drove his shoulders with both arms, and swam strenuously towards the shore, her eyebrows wrinkled tightly, and she couldn't figure out what he could do without swimming, and what he was chasing after her.

Yang Fu's body was so heavy that Miaomiao tried his best to push him to the shore. Both of them were soaking wet. Miaomiao didn't worry about it, but Yang Fu's face was pale and didn't respond.

She patted him on the cheek worriedly, "Master?"

At this moment, he didn't care about his identity or identity, and wanted to wake him up. But there was no one around, Miao Miao couldn't help but ask for help. She folded her hands on his chest, trying to squeeze the water out of his lungs.

It's useless, he is still motionless, his face seems to be worse. Miaomiao was crying anxiously, she could not save him, maybe only humans could save him, she thought for a while, only to find a doctor along the river and mountains. If the time is fast enough, maybe I can come back tomorrow morning.

After making up his mind, Miaomiao let go of him and was about to leave, before turning around, she was caught by a powerful palm. She didn't have time to be surprised, only felt a slight tightness on her arms, and then she was overwhelmed by the shore, with Yang Fu's stern face on top of her head.

His eyes were sober and full of energy, there was no way he looked weak just now.

Only then did Miaomiao realize that she was being deceived, earning her anger and turning into anger, "You let me go!" It's a pity that her voice is too sweet and it sounds more like a baby.

Her original voice was clear and melodious, just like the cry of an empty Guying, even her soft voice made people feel numb.

How would Yang Fu let her go, and finally caught her, would he let her go?

He held her hands with one hand and her delicate jaw with the other, looking carefully. Yurun's icy little face, beautiful eyes and beautiful faces, are peerless in the world. But this little face was stubbornly strained, just refusing to look at him. Close to his delicate body, Bing Ting is curvaceous, fascinating, and while breathing, the tip of his nose is scented.

The pink cherry lips kept biting tightly, Yang Fu stroked her lips with a gloomy voice, "Are you not?"

Don't start Miaomiao, just don't admit it.

He tricked her, and this alone made her very angry. Moreover, he made Wei Ling's whereabouts unknown, and the bloodstone was in his hands for some reason.

Yang Fu whispered: "Miaomiao."

She denies: "I am not."

"Why did you save me just then?" Yang Funing looked at her, insisting on asking for an answer.

Miaomiao was speechless, thinking and thinking, "I'm full."

"..."

Yang Fu pulled away her collar and pinched the bloodstone that she never left. "Then how to explain this? The king only gave this thing to Miaomiao."

Miaomiao blurted out, "This is not from you, but from Wei Ling!"

When he finished speaking, he couldn't wait to pull his tongue out. Isn't this just a confession?

Seeing that Yang Fu stopped speaking, he stared at her quietly.

She felt guilty by this look, she simply broke the jar, desperately breaking away from his imprisoned hand, "What the **** did you do to Wei Ling? Where is he now, why is his bloodstone in your hands?"

Although Wei Ling was calm when she talked to her just now, it was not difficult to hear that she was empty, so that she could not rest assured now.

Yang Fu didn't answer the question, and was pushed by her hands, but didn't move at all, "Miaomiao, don't you think this king has more questions to ask?"

Miaomiao realized that his face was wrong, and his tone softened suddenly, "I just want to know what's wrong with Wei Ling..."

Whether he was injured and where he is now, as long as he knows this, she can feel at ease.

No matter how she begged, Yang Fu never said. She clasped his sleeves tightly, anxiously and helplessly, "You..."

Yang Fu stayed on both sides of her and threatened in a low voice: "Answer my question, and I will tell you."

Miaomiao raised her eyes, looking ignorant.

The first question, he stared at her closely, "Are you Miaomiao?"

Miaomiao pursed his lips, he didn't know all about it, and he asked deliberately! But I don't know that Yang Fu only wants her to answer in person.

After a long time, she whispered: "Yeah."

Yang Fu Meifeng low pressure: "Is it?"

Miaomiao was forced to desperately by him, "Yes, I am!"

The moonlight shines through the dense leaves, and the afterglow shines on his back. His long body enveloped Miaomiao's world. He carried the light, so Miaomiao relaxed without seeing a flash in his eyes.

He continued to ask: "What are you doing here tonight?"

Miao Miao closed her mouth tightly this time, and refused to reveal a word.

Yang Fu's eyes were darker, she didn't say anything, he answered for her, "Do you want to leave with him?"

They know who he refers to.

Miaomiao opened her eyes wide in surprise, her eyes clearly saying, how do you know.

The blue veins of Yang Fu's palm on her side were prominent, but the face was still calm, his brows were cold, and the rain was about to come.

On the way here, she even said in his ear: "Lord, I like you." This sentence still lingered in his ears, making his heart soft, so he won't count it in an instant?

If he didn't come tonight, would she leave with someone and he would never see her again?

This little girl is really cruel.

Yang Fu closed his eyes, didn't want to ask more, propped up his body and called out expressionlessly: "Leshan Le Shui."

Miaomiao grabbed his clothes and asked eagerly, "You haven't told me about Wei Ling..."

Before she finished speaking, she was covered up by the sound of Leshan Leshui. "Subordinates are here, please give orders, Lord."

Yang Fu took advantage of the situation, wrapped her hand, and said to the two men: "Cover the way for this king, and don't disturb anyone on the road."

Speaking of getting up, she hugged Miaomiao horizontally, and when her palm touched her smooth scales, she paused slightly, and her complexion was as usual.