Chapter 892 God Descends (3) Supplement

Fu Yue was held in the arms of the man behind her. The man's slender hands turned her over, and his fingers clasped the back of her head.

Hold her in your arms.

Fu Yue's face was buried in the man's broad and cool chest. She smelled the clean and refreshing scent of the man's body, which was very familiar.

Fu Yue's heart skipped a beat.

Is it him?

……should be.

Except for him, no one can give her this feeling of peace of mind.

Fu Yue withdrew his hand, and the mist in his palm slowly dissipated. The disintegrated world returned to its original state, and the distorted space became normal.

"Master, you are frightened."

The man's low-pitched and melodious voice sounded like the sound of a harp, elegant, but a little unnatural.

Fu Yue: "...?"

Lord, master?

What kind of shameful name is this? !

What weird thing did Jun Heng do again?

The girl's thin body stiffened, and the smile on her face gradually disappeared.

See someone doing bad things.

The two drunken men were furious and opened their mouths to curse: "Where did you come from, you meddling in other people's business and dare to ruin the good things of our two brothers? I'm really impatient with you!"

"Come on, man, let him see what happens if he messes with us."

Fu Yue's head moved, but it was held by the man's slender fingers. The man comforted her softly: "Master, you don't have to worry, Siler will solve all this."

Fu Yue, whose head was pressed into the man's arms: "..."

The man put one hand around Fu Yue's waist, stretched out the other hand, and moved his slender jade-like fingers toward the two people opposite.

A dazzling white light.

The two people exploded like fireworks, and they didn't even have time to scream.

It's a pity that Fu Yue didn't see all this.

Of course, if she could see it, she would definitely be able to recognize it——

Isn't this the... magic in the Western fantasy novels she has read before? !

Magician?

"Okay, it's okay now."

The man loosened his grip on Fu Yue's head, and his low magnetic voice sounded softly.

Fu Yue took a step back, and she saw clearly the appearance of the man in front of her.

A man with blond hair and blue eyes.

He has blond hair that is as dazzling as the sun. His hair is combed back, revealing his fair forehead. His nose is straight and high, and his lips are as delicate as petals, glowing with a light pink color.

Of course, the most beautiful thing was the man's deep-sea blue eyes, as cold as glass, but the way he looked at Fu Yue was full of tenderness and comfort.

This man is a typical young nobleman from the Middle Ages.

Gentleman, elegant, and mesmerizingly melancholy.

He is as handsome as the snowy side of the mountains.

The elegant gentleman holds the girl's hand.

Bend down.

Petal-like thin lips kissed the back of her hand, placing a very light kiss on it.

"The master was frightened. This is Silaire's fault."

Fu Yue's heart skipped a beat.

She subconsciously wanted to take her hand back, but it was held by Silaire and couldn't pull it out.

There was a hint of confusion in the man's blue eyes.

He didn't seem to understand why Fu Yue wanted to avoid a simple kiss on the hand.

"Master, what's wrong?"

Fu Yue: "..."

She really wanted to say, don't call me master.

However, there is no receiving memory now.

Fu Yue didn't know what to say or what to say for the moment, so she could only shake her head randomly, saying that she was fine.

Silaire did not continue to ask.