Chapter 642: Lost the cool Yan Haotian

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Feng Haiyan only felt a familiar breath.
She suddenly froze and raised her head in disbelief.
It was Yan Haotian’s face that was covered with staggered scars.
This face is not handsome when it is intact. Now it is full of knives, it is fierce and ugly, and it can stop children's nightingale.
However, Feng Haiyan saw this face, but the tears suddenly poured into the eyes.
The whole heart, originally empty, was filled at this moment.
This man always said that she is better for the better and better.
But when he needs it, the first one that appears is always him.
Moreover, even if there are thousands of good men in this world, her love of the wind is only the imperfect one.
Feng Haiyan reached out and grabbed the man's neck and buried his face in his neck.
"Ah...ah..." The hoarse voice rang out of the man's mouth. He seemed to want to say something, but the missing tongue could not tell him a word.
The windy sea otter looked up and saw the anxiety and worry on his face, but he understood it for a moment.
That is the feeling of the heart, even if the man has been escaping, she knows everything. "Don't worry, I am fine. Haotian, how are you here?"
Yan Haotian did not respond to her, but put her down and checked it up and down.
After confirming that Feng Haiyan was not injured, he was relieved, and his face of suffocating anger and worrying anxiety slowly faded.
Subsequently, his gaze, the pair of sorrows of the wind and sea, and the slight blush.
The woman's unique clear body scented into the tip of her nose, and the soft, close-fitting body.
Yan Haotian seems to suddenly realize what he is, and violently pushes the wind and sea.
He gestured with enthusiasm, but because he was in a hurry, he could not express his meaning clearly.
Feng Haiyan was pushed away this time, but there was no annoyance.
Instead, he burst into laughter. "You thought I had an accident, so I rushed to save me, right?"
She looked around and rushed in with densely packed ink soldiers.
Is this at least half of the people in the ink camp?
Yan Haotian is a very calm person on weekdays. He will never act impulsively because of a vague news.
However, because it involves his own safety, he is so exaggerated, lost his calm, and lost the ability to think.
When I think of it, Feng Haiyan can't stop the joy and sweetness in my heart.
Even if Yan Haotian regained his attitude of refusing people thousands of miles away on weekdays, she could not let her be depressed.
"You, who are you guys? My army?!"
Luo took the wind to reflect at this moment, and the people who rushed in were not the ones who had already arranged to ambush outside.
It is this stranger that he has never seen before.
"Your army?" Guan Hu嘿嘿 laughed, his feet slammed, and a head rolled to the front of Luo Fengfeng. "Are you talking about this group of waste?"
Luo took the wind and looked down at the head that rolled over. His eyes suddenly swelled and his body trembled uncontrollably.
Because of that head, it was a general under his hand.
The army outside is really led by him.
Now the general is dead, then his soldiers...